does anyone else
k n o w they lose
entire poems?
a whole world imagined,
words stream suddenly
come together
perfectly
s o m e h o w reading
your own mind story
almost as if
an observer.
a glimpse of understanding,
an ( ((awareness)) )
and it is only
together but for
the moment of
creation
immediately the structure frays
the words come a p a r t
| scramble back up |
and it is
gone.
i have imagined
and lost
entire lifetimes.
births and deaths.
ways to be
and ways to
unravel.
noticed and appreciated
and listened and described
and understood
in b r i e f
moments
of clarity.
alas,
there is nothing to be done,
except wait attentively
and with excitement
for the next loss.