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Goes Without Saying

I dare say,
I'm proned to celebrating most all inalienable rights
as with the other lofty, idealistic dribble in our constitution;

at any rate,
the point I'm making here is rather sacred.
I'm speaking of the sporadic, irreverent visitations, and viewings in the library of my heart.

In other words,
those morsels, and tid-bits that assist us in conjuring up the past;
re-animating memories into the here, and now;
and tickling the hairs, in certain places.

Needless to say,
a tainted recollection of a shadows past won't do, at all;
for I require accuracy, and truth to light each episode.

My only fear,
rests solely on my own accuracy
when returning all of the volumes back to their shelves
cutting short, my visit to the misery of today.

You should know,
highlighted in this library are
the myriad of archives depicting the treasured moments that we've shared;
outcomes aside, each moment's been preserved for each lesson's value.

time's way of reminding us that, the magic we have shared
only was, do to our lack of expectations
which helped turn mundanity to thrill, and mediocrity to adventure!

But I digress,
for even my carefully selected words cannot tell
how finessed dreams, vaporous hope, and the crystal shards of love,
joined along with fate's serendipity
to illustrate a magic, that goes without saying.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
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... makes it always difficult for me to comment, but here goes.
I love "mundanity". That's nonce wording high art.
I'm not positive I understood each point, but the whole makes sound sense. This is another one that could be read as to a fellow poet, though not as much as the other. I can't fault the meter, but as always I wish it rhymed.
Also, "finessed" is spelled with one "N".
Grammar Cop wesley

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The NeoPoet Mentor Program too. Thanx for the input, and your generous remarks.

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