it’s one for the
ages
a hundred years
a hundred times
and more
to live in
memory to go forward
in the world
unsheathed
in flesh
the bones of
stories left under trees
eyes empty
bruised with tales
that whisper in
the leaves
like silk
like sandpaper
deep ache of
stillness forced
silence
stretched beyond bearing
No Words
who can hear
anguish on the swirling squall
who can taste
the gagging liquid
the honeyed
phrases
truths
unvarnished
cassandra’s
awful words belling
in the hollows
of history?
will you be
known by what was not heard
remembered for
no thing
celebrated in
your absence
sung in nonsense
syllables
slipping down
the rabbit hole
of forgotten
dreams?
or is that light
shining through
the windows
eliminating
space
collapsing orbs
of consciousness
in upon each
other
the variegated
luminous beams
of early dawn
amongst encroaching green
is that light
a rebirth that the motes will tell
in dancing dusty urgencies
everything that must be remembered?
i leave my bones
my eyes and flesh
picked clean by the dakini
wrathful worms
eaters of the
past
dark consumers
who enable the light to shine
i leave my words
my tempest
travailed tortured musings
my golden whiffs
of cosmic beauty
whatever
deliberations seemed important
at the time
weightless in
the afterworld
the idea of self
remembered and
forgotten and remembered
the mysteries of
life pulse
in the blood
and of my blood
mortals grow
forth upon the land
and each is
Memory and each is Spark!
© 2013 pamela twining
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