- I Remember

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November 12, 2015


I remember the tone the sunlight made
reflecting as it did

that first breath of late night morning air
the feeling that here was anywhere
and anywhere was kind

plumes of smoke funnel overland and meet us there
as though our late night tales joined to feed our breathing
and each breath kept golden remnants of a fireside tale inside
safe but boundless

to hang like bubbles over us with each completed breath

not born or dying, but reassembling the very air

a ceiling to our meaning, or spring for new sounds to bound from

no essential measure of beginning or belief

no escape and no relief, but safe

safe as shapeless

shapeless on a turning wheel of casting possibilities that change the wheel
the tick becomes imagined and steel to silk.

I remember the tone the sunlight made

and each time it comes to visit I remember

and taste and scent, and sense released from sense

the sense of everything as golden and remembered

even as it slips into the course of these events

and this my friend is home

right here and in this tone of sun and fire and form
where listening is a birth each time
and feeling creeps to embers

notes suggest in emblems reminiscent of a nascent form of wealth
from long before gold could be held

when cold was felt and breath was celebrated for that very rearrangement of the air
which placed us, here.

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