Thursday, March 2, 2017


Who determines when the seasons change?

When the rain falls…

In the places of memory

Where I see my dreams

Do they call it a memory if it’s from the future?

when you left us

I felt a tear before I heard the news

As a tree falling in the forest

So too shall you return

To the undergrowth of existence  

 into the æons of memory

to all the things that could have been.  

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