The old beliefs last longer than the new
Our brains hardwired to grip impactful past
Sometimes the impact’s there but locked up fast
While Odyssey shall parse the false and true
What’s true for me may not be true for you
Perhaps you haven’t trauma all amassed
All coiled and hissing; mocking all you’ve passed
If so, then joy – please, fly into your blue.
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong;
Some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
But signals old break through and grow so strong
The oft recalled recordings just… belong
You’d think one day they’d fade away with years
And leave my mind awash in truer song.
awash in truer song – Sonnett XXXIX
defying atrophy 