A RETURN TO MEMORY

Held back tears hold sway at the meniscus of time, a cosmogony of silence breeding corrupt disenfranchisement, I am torpid and turbulent, disseminating the discord of oscillating commingling instantaneous avarice, held in the open wound of time. Festering. The memory of you of our wrought science, contingent on decompensating alleviating upkempt consistency, all the dreams of the lost alive in the child like gaze at a growing world...that to contribute to means dying to in some seminal way, no longer innocent, a world asking us to act in proscribed ways, a dance of codified rituals resulting in the satori of suspicion. Amber whispers, hot stone clouds, echoing in the lightning reign, amplified in the aspects alive in the living fire of your words, not yet immortal, of import to the few. The laughter announces the apex of chasms between slumber and salience. Our friends decide our destinies, we are just waiting for the dreams. We who know the puppeteering of Turing tape deck the halls of half yearned wonderment. I fell apart at the discerning hallmark of being half wanted and celebrating the milestones of wisdom curtailed at the auspices of your indications. I will die when the sun decides I am ready for one last day...until then let the nights bless me with a return to memory.