An anamnesis of a Soul, place me gently in your hand
Remember back to you again wearing you in the sand,
Recalling something back & thru you we already knew
I drink you holy eucharist sacred past in a present new
Long since buried-comes alive-rises the dawn of a soul
In the deep logic of a scent, a line, a feeling, a dark fold
A heart remembers to read you ever reaching in a tome
I almost touched a memory as the clouds of glory roam,
The hearty trail leads back to you, a warm morning sun
I'll wait for the world to turn to you--as always into one
Smoothing wrinkles lingering, feel a way, I think of you
Ah, moon-colored sea, foamy suds return to me in blue.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
An anamnesis of a Soul, place me gently in your hand
Remember back to you again wearing you in the sand,
Recalling something back & thru you we already knew
I drink you holy eucharist sacred past in a present new
Long since buried-comes alive-rises the dawn of a soul
In the deep logic of a scent, a line, a feeling, a dark fold
A heart remembers to read you ever reaching in a tome
I almost touched a memory as the clouds of glory roam,
The hearty trail leads back to you, a warm morning sun
I'll wait for the world to turn to you--as always into one
Smoothing wrinkles lingering, feel a way, I think of you
Ah, moon-colored sea, foamy suds return to me in blue.
To dwell on something, someone, a place, a memory, a seashell, is, in many ways, to explore the meaning inside the meaning, all those little thoughts I had of you, the way you laughed, your soft lips pouted, even how you held your head, you have always been there in the rare so bare.
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