Temps Perdu
Songs and wreaths
Waterlilies in their fractal beauty
Tessellated triangle quilts
A gift of love, a gift of death
Bring
Veiled behind mists of misunderstanding
This state suits it’s not time yet
To remember
To understand
That comes when I become into un-time
For now, times lost play-through
My mind in memory
Times forgotten resurface in the mist
In visions from the past
Dreams capture fragments
In crystalline paraffin wax
Murkily, creamily, warm still
Fresh still
Still so near and yet gone
When will this feel normal?
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