Abstraction of Thought

To measure something that is lost
Against everything that remains
Is but an abstraction of thought.

The memories that time has wrought
Creates a subliminal pain
To measure something that is lost.

The rose must fade to autumn dross
As an orchestrated refrain
Is but an abstraction of thought.

A shattered life's remorse should not
Force open a glass window pane
To measure something that is lost.

(A crippled mind - demential rot,
The tear that falls like mourning rain)
Is but an abstraction of thought.

And like the rose of autumn's clock
Know this villanelle - as it wanes
Is but an abstraction of thought
To measure something that is lost..

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