Rictus

Once upon a day, in remembrance.

I see myself without rictus reference.

I remember time moving in the fourth dimension.

I lived in the thirds, unaware of the separation.

Time reincarnated, leaving me again.

What I took for granted was not a tendency.

What I gave up was a necessity.

Every day gifted with making it great.

A laugh was a jester for liberate.

Time has moved faster since then.

A smile I lifted was genuine glee.

Tomorrow was the day I wanted to see.

I remember every day making sense.

I had lived without repents.

Time moves onward while I resist.

I wreaked self-love, a potent pheromone.

I screamed a song of ignorance in tone. 

I remember blinding trust, illuminating hope. 

I had fermented into fine wine, a tasteful scope.

Time stopped for a moment, then ceased to exist.