What Was Forgot

 

The heads of the homeland horror see no horizon
They hear an unhindering howl and are unprepared for the unhinging
That hastens its one hit thunder run, and then is gone.
A new act to take its place, bouncing out of the best of upbringings.

A change coming to the trick trinity used to explain the meaning of metempsychosis at the moment of the crash of synchronicity.
The mood swings across the said horizon , not wise but wily
Dabbling in divinity
Cutting and pasting smileys

Trying to to keep out the chill with the blanket of bliss within,
At the inner end of the breath, capable of dignity and integrity.
And taking it on the chin,
Even in captivity.

Cannot kill it no matter how hideous the thought rot
An inner wick of a candle on its stick, ready to lighten up what was forgot.