Poetry
- 2002
Layers
of memory a mere neutron thick
Charged, changed, enhanced, decayed by time
edges chewed by the time clock of biology
fretted with each clock in and clock out of daily existence
Metamorphic fuzz hovering like dayflies, gathering at the edge,
balls of light dissolving into the darkness of lost memory
forgotten a fragment of this layer, lost a sliver of that time,
hidden a piece of that image, claimed by an unknown world,
emerging into another time and place that can never be found, ever
A curtain pulled across the vividness of a moment, unrecoverable
but occasionally
something is left to burn holes in the darkness,
to cut through the void that lays claim to the edge of memory
to reconstruct another version
something less than a whole surface
Future events, places, times; triggers in the memory gun.
And the memory reappears I an another guise.
Fragments with tide marks from slippage over time.
© Lloyd Godman