(Could they be still trying to take away my Godhood from me?)
Did you think it was only nostalgia
And you panged to revisit, in spite of the sadness and pain it caused you
Did the eternity blacken out every rock that causes you to shiver
as if it thought it (the memory) better be dropped like shells
that hide the nut of you, so, but you still retain, still being a somewhat wholesome gift of the past
in the present; as if a fire was made to burn again, after it died several times over…
And I can be gravened like a symbol on a stone
to mark its language for posterity, to trace its own roots in the reincarnating; a life resumed
to echo the same old aspirations in new garments
This is about memory, so deep back that childhood only seems recent
I can even tell the numerous faces of love
They are trainwrecks of time to be fastened again to the flow
on the tracks of time, itself again. There are beaten paths once again that we recognise,
As we remember we live on-stage in the same old tricks of theatrical destiny
And you remember God in your mirror! And how many times
they tried to take you away from yourself.
Should you have a bearing that sustains beyond bearing?!
This life may not seem brilliantly ebullient, but it is my life that I make of it –
of such magnitude, that its grace is a endless fountain from all its immense difificulty!
And when you feel sadder, that memory though can’t be shortened,
can’t be lengthened either; when the universe keeps
expanding and no more the stars/ cells of your soul communicate
with their dusty lights at each other; but are so far dispersed
that they fall silent in the eerie surrounds of their ultimate aloneness!
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