A Sworn Statement (new title: Fool's Gold)

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Fool’s Gold

Backlit by dawn, 
cirrus clouds guide the sky,
a hemisphere of dominance
before consciousness fragments
the oneness of first waking.

Morning’s lucidity
crowded out of the alembic
by the homunculi 
of memory, movement, and recognition
into another day
where it fades 
another failed experiment
for my alchemist spirit. 

A Sworn Statement

Powdered pearl dusts the sky
to the west, backlit by dawn,
a hemisphere of dominance
dancing to the tune of caffeine
and consciousness before the fall
into social confusion fragments
the solitude of first awakening.

Memory arrives with its clattering 
like the wheels of  a wooden cart
weighed down with the revolution
of bodily functions, heart and lungs
demanding recognition and return.
Flesh and blood suck up gravity
until muscles rebel against immobility.

Eyes revert to the day’s pavement,
ears to the interruptions of action.
Words flee back into the silence
of thought, uncertain, self-doubting.
I rise up and the moment has vanished
into footsteps, voices, and disbelief.
This is the testimony of my loss.