MY CHIVALRY
Before the canvas was even dry
I tried altering the painting to no
avail - each mark left a trail of
smear on the work. There was
nothing I could do.
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Even moreso, the light had changed
around everything, so that I could
not rearrange the scene. Everything
was memory.
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I kept silent like a gentleman so
often missed : Chivalric in my
top-hat and tails, imagined. White
gloves. Polished Shoes. And oh
I so often dreamed the land around
me finished the picture.
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Rivers had dried and trees had
fallen. Houses were new, and the
old people had died. I sensed a
completion, an ending. I put down
my paints, as cried. There was
nothing I could do.
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