Time Flies/Memoriam

We’re hours and hours beyond yesterday
and before, when time seemed
much like a blind spot.

Since then, I’ve loved and nurtured.
The moments melt together,
a passion . . .

However did we understand as a child
the massive now?

Remember me as I remember myself:
contours on a landscape, blood drops on soil,
a vast expanse of nothing with
an essence . . .

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