A stage, two stages ago, romanticized
Felt today, like yesterday, present still tomorrow
Dreams forgotten, dreams died, dreams I had forgotten died
Safety without security, direction without route, mind without thought.
It's the summer evening pouring into dim bedrooms through open windows. It’s the creek bed breeze, summer sun; Loveland lit warm and green. It’s Hawaiian Ice, Catalpa leaves, wandering ‘round record stores.
(I) Should I Did I Would I Could I Have I Am I
Felt it for a moment
Seeing you in that chair (again)
My body opened and dispersed
Through youthful summer air.
Shhhhh. I had to become very small and squint my eyes just to see something so precious, so fragile. It had not yet come to form, nor had it manifested in any particular time or place. Unembodied, decontextualized.
- Author: Nicholas M. Langford ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2020 01:28
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
wonderful imagery, I admit your overall message was lot to me, but all the same a good read
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