perhaps
our bodies are mere vessels
for holding the weight of forgotten moments -
memories drenched
in grief
and chaos and confusion
slipping away, mutating
in the murky churning engine
that is life
as it rattles forward.
a visceral centre of feeling
bordered by a blur,
the weight of memories carried through time's burr
to linger within our cages
of flesh and bone.
the words we once spoke, suddenly condoned -
etched into the skin -
the warmth of a past lover's embrace, unfurling its smoke
to be caught in the crevices
of a grown membrane
that evokes
rich saturated histories,
remnants and debris,
a museum of experiences
bred from antiquity.
perhaps the body
is the holding cell of the intangible,
the gnarly and vivid threads we can't see
a holding cell
of the individual stories we can't speak
yet breathe.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
perhaps
our bodies are mere vessels
for holding the weight of forgotten moments -
memories drenched
in grief
and chaos and confusion
slipping away, mutating
in the murky churning engine
that is life
as it rattles forward.
a visceral centre of feeling
bordered by a blur,
the weight of memories carried through time's burr
to linger within our cages
of flesh and bone.
the words we once spoke, suddenly condoned -
etched into the skin -
the warmth of a past lover's embrace, unfurling its smoke
to be caught in the crevices
of a grown membrane
that evokes
rich saturated histories,
remnants and debris,
a museum of experiences
bred from antiquity.
perhaps the body
is the holding cell of the intangible,
the gnarly and vivid threads we can't see
a holding cell
of the individual stories we can't speak
yet breathe.
2026
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