arrive through allusions.
Magnificent imagery seems at my fingertips.
The rebirth of revisions,
Sometimes cloud like,
Passing through you as you pass through them.
The sausage of memories-
Almost like a virus, or a wine
Passing through you as you pass through it.
The half-life of the ephemeral-
Eternity found in resemblance,
Like the echo of a song or the memory of a dance.
Memories and dreams