MonuMental

i see a memory in the distance… what is it

what assistance can I give it to allow this clouded recollection to step into the clearing

it’s nearing the loch.

oh don’t let it get lost as it walks to that lazy grayish haze

and fades into my mental centuries of days passed.

the contemplation that’s both simple and whimsical is instrumental

in the combination that’s both mental and physical

which gives amazement to this pencil that wrote mystical guidelines

as I find my deranged abstract companion has changed paths.

it shoots its gaze back after it shoots its crazed laughs and chatter

as it pulls me through shoots and ladders as characters and slides are characterized

by the eyes shining through its translucence that proves it’s a figure of familiarity.

i feel it radiate friendship as it stands to stare at me

it steps as if stalking me and walks so awkwardly

flaunting itself as a hidden remembrance that still imprints with nameless existence

it’s with this ghostly tool that it captivates my attention and sends my mind tremblin to the bottom of my stomach

i feel faint but come from it just in time to rub my eyes like I was hypnotized

and find myself forgetting again.

 

i see a memory in the distance and can’t resist its presence

i can tell it’s frustrated for some reason only by the distorted aura circling around its area

i can’t hear the words it’s mouthing but the wind seems arousing

and reaching to carry a team of out-stretched spectral fingers that fly in the dim light

and riding the wind right into my beating chest presses hard launching an assaulting barrage charging my cerebrum as I feel ‘em massage deep into my psyche.

it’s frightening and unlikely but what was one lost now strikes me

as a fallen ghost and I can almost remember from the second it touched me from afar

illuminating my awakening consciousness that I thought had just come from a star

and I fall back as I step away and clench persistent wrists that grip me from the inside

and rip ignorance from its inner shell.

it’s looming fingertips creeping deep into where my most concealed memories dwell

while sweating I swell as my forethought is brought from heaven through hell

into a place it can almost recognize.

from afar i feel the pain of its cold eyes as these strange hands glide to reclaim old ties

i wrench against the thoughts that these nails pull

i can’t let it set into me – it’s just too painful

i’m feeling my brain pull back into my happy little life

bringing an end to its images of figment appendages as it enters the light

it goes on with its photonic bombardment seemingly releasing its target completely.

 

i see a memory in the distance.

i know nothing of its existence and cannot seem to bring it close enough to know its touch

and remember its tender moments we probably once shared

it must be scared to be given attention

or too startled to claim whatever part of my brain it fits in.

it makes its decision and sits in the breeze.

its form flying free and earthless

it soars in a world of stories and past dreams i can’t bring to the surface