below my eye’s horizon, making
making a gradual escape into
oblivion as new memories,
older than before,
reshape and strengthen
my tendons of mental desires;
an inquisitive union of aged pleasures,
kept in porcelain bottles with
aged corked stoppers, sits
on a shelf awaiting recall;
a hand writes down what the mind
sees and the eyes blink approvals,
but even though the journey
begins, it never ends . . .
daybreak releases the senses.
April 15, 2012
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