The Word 'Memento' Has Two "Me's" In It

Too long withheld birr

transformed many a landscape

dwelling place

temple

eager initiate

into fossilized curiosities

and then

studied them at leisure

But now

air recoils should silence take breath

So it doesn't…

feigns ineptitude…

plays fool

Molecules squeeze obeisance

under childhood “Stuck-in-the-Mud” ground rules

Nothing and no one moves

Unless…

Where could a void live

that none would question its reason?

And how far down does your soul go

and why don't you know this already?

Consistent monotonous nothingness

threatens spontaneous combustion

plus a spirit unafraid to fuel it

Before me

stretch vast seas of faces

Generations/technology/modern conveniences

separate me

from what might as well be

the dark side of the moon

with journeys on foot/pedal cycle/donkey

for days and days at a time

over humidity and dust

with night after night of cool and cleanse

Communion with friends—now family—from lessons

These hardships considered

a burden-inconvenience-bother

placemarks along the way

simply for one to slow down

Evaluate what's important

A reverse-optometrist visit

where payment given is

'attention-affection'

no longer withheld

as you clear the last rise

catch glimmers of Atlantic coast

while camels and horses race across beach sands

On your behalf

I accept all-over embrace

from the strongest summer sun that ever lived

and let its songs splash over places in me

I never once

dreamed became this dry

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