Title: And Nothing Worth Remembering
Author: Florian Raith
Number: 8/100
Allocated postcode: EH2
And Nothing Worth Remembering
The light: another morning following another evening
And another night in the cellar vaults, where memories drown
In floods of stale delight; and nothing worth remembering…
The dragging, trite accounts of frantically talkative clowns;
And every night alike: the laughter’s hollow ringing,
The candles’ numbing light, my numb and weary frown,
Our rigid rite of gaiety; and nothing worth remembering…
A slight increase of silence, the candles melted down:
Our carnival, contrite, decelerates. The bitter end impending
On bright spasmodic smiles, flashing like traffic lights.
Through the gloom of lugubrious musings, a flash of insight
Is lost to the knell of daylight; and nothing worth remembering…
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