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
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