1927

Fragments of consciousness are hidden
away within the night air.

On rare occasions they collide forming
abstract images in the ether around us;
of thermal energy on desert
railway lines
or
love shattered by
accident.

You could spend a thousand, thousand
years bagging this air. It contains
so many aspirations, failures and understandings
that by the time you died
you may not have finished classifying
the memories of your childhood.

These fragments of consciousness lie
dormant in our brains.

Golden light remains engrained on
these former moments, but they sit
hazy and in the wrong places.

In many instances dust shrides,
encases and conceals the past.
changing its appearance, subsiding
memories into all but remnants of
nothingness.

Perhaps we think we forget but
Perhaps these forgotten fragments will
Appear as dreams and ideas in times to come