VANISHED REALITY

So, the reality
With baton in hands
Hit the pages
Of yesterday, as has
Overgrown unruly
Into the present

Many moments elapsed
In wait of Cornucopia
Of future events.
Coupled with pleasure
The pain arrived
In the triumphant cry

Plenty of Suns, peeped
From the balcony
Of infinite events.
The remnant was still
Undefined in point
Of Vanished reality