The place I imagined light went
when it left us.
Tag: poetry
Nothing Remembers
For a moment, the world felt
rehearsed
and I forgave it
for needing practice.
Nothing remembers,
yet everything knows
Everything is shaky except for the minerals.
between one heartbeat and the next
we almost catch it,
the thing that passes,
the soul of compassion
that only discernment can hold.
In every corridor, the past waits patiently.
Nothing moves, yet everything continues.
Light is the only thing still trying to leave.
The Two Never Touch
And flags wave high above the truth
And the two never touch