Pelgris

Should I fade by cycles and turns;
roses and thorns,
by times bloody minute
and hopes shallow yearn
tunelessly humming
anticipation
a mourning of cupfuls and dancing spirits
a carousel drone
complicated pleasures and simple pains
my life building to crescendo
it whirls the drain
and minute by minute I’m back here again
back in my body exhausted and bound
I’m drinking down glory
breathing in wine
a moment of passion, a moment of time
a flood of  memories
not all of them mine.