Obliteration

The time obliterates us
asking only for your remembrance
your sorrow and other tomorrow
but they come and go …
a day to reap a day to sow.

The code chastises me into a memory
something I’ve been looking for ,
looking for,
not much more,
but never found .

sleeping safe and sound,
hidden away
I thought for another day
keep it away from me .

This is something of a sudden remembrance day,
how interprets the first glance every thought
that perhaps it is an outline
accessible by the people with credentials but not by me .

I wandered and wondered
But the casual thought is just something that was not,
a memory of that they’ve gone by
persecuted,
nothing was done
nothing was said
no remembrance for the like
they’ve learned everything they wanted
the dreams that they spared
to all delays they shared
the stories they told,
it’s all grown old,
grown by the wayside or forgotten,
something you could never have tied down
because oh man, it didn’t happen.
Like Johnny said,
believing you will be saved might say the ruling was some work.
And some forgotten grave for a stake in place
as planned by his dad ten years before
that doesn’t constitute a marriage.
As sacred sacrifice.
All the throne
and hold the fights
my son, you are sanctified.

Last night I had a dream.
I can’t really put it into words but I will try,

I remember…
well I remember silence,
as I meant something
nothing maybe
for the first time,

there was nothing around me
nothing to guide me
nothing to push me or tell me or command me.

For the first time in so long that I had nothing but myself.

But Johnny, take a bite from this really tasty Italian pasta I made myself just for your anniversary. Take a bite just for me.

And memories,
is what happens when I shouldn’t
what I know is what I couldn’t,
It has been possible

I share the memories of the people that were me
times before me
things that happened score me, strain me
make me something I don’t remember
something from a different place

maybe I could refine what we know to be something
reveal something that could have stiffened
like some reality
and never thought of before
but have
and we are ready for it .

Today it’s something that just shakes me
something redirects me
some kind of fabric connects me to everything else.
Testing the boundaries.

Some calamity separates us,
a way of placing the commotion
a different angle of perception,
intervention.