Defenestration
Summer passed by the window pane
With a moribund myriad of sunsets
Leaving tricks of soldering sweat
That dissipates too easily in a gush
Like how the dampen tears of mire tousled
Into the affluent scorches of the hearth
And with everything passing by
Like eloquent taillight's goodbye
I found myself in the window pane
Musing with eager eyes and stealthily
Trying to pocket surreal painted memories
But somewhere in the vivid montage
The lucidity becomes agonizingly piercing
That it cuts to the flesh and evokes
Unwanted phantoms of ubiquity and perpetuity
Such abstraction of beauty
Reckoning what will never be
And the maudlin that I am becoming
Sates eagerly in the glacial and lifeless
Palm of the window cradling my thawing face
Winter came with slivers of white
Plummeting immaculately into the ground
And stocking hills in my windowsill
Like the coy elusive tears in my lids
Cliff hanging in incertitude, false hope's servitude
Hapless as the sporadic flight of vicissitude
And the mistral mantle swooned completely
Here goes the malady rapping on the glass
The harbinger of the churning machinism of direst
Yonder the melting of the thin ice
And its smooth moiré of aqueous white
Autumn crawls down into its staircase
With such complacent grace, in eager pace
Crackling maple leaves into the charred sole—
A glissando of cacophonies all too sore
Like debris and remnants of a burned home
Autumn shed its skin in a burlesque show
Whilst my vision doze riveted in the window
Fore the blossoming of the prairie, I grazed
And trample into the superfluous cloys
The balmy scent about to spring and rouse
And before the final clout, the sugary kiss of death
And the saccharine words of the final text
I closed the book, preempting what's next
And the pallid aberrational changes of the season
Had never again crossed and tapped the window
poem by Norman Santos
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