26 September 2019

i tripped over the beautiful recollection of you in the sun

i tripped over the beautiful recollection of you in the sun
wandering away into the placid brown water
as your legs disappeared and shards of light scratched my eyes
you waved me to come; to join you

i did not because i did not want to move to wreck this dream
i was living. so i watched you and i smiled thinking {i could
remember it this way} so to me that
is
how it happened.

i know now it is an illusion. as memories are. photos are. words are
superfluous and subjective
i used to think: i will remember this moment by studying it and never
letting it be altered no matter the
changes over
me (over

you) we change as you know better than anyone else, because you've
captured that moment somewhere forgotten
gone through the tempestuous ephemera
flashes to laughter, cringing screaming, temptation to
meaning

it may be that this signifies something \ a godly design, a place
eternal. but i doubt it. that is our dilemma & one unquenchable
desire = truth. an abstraction we seek that exists in our playground
imaginations: buried deep in the sludge under brown water that
swallowed your watched body with the
sun tearing eyes. 

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