memoir is a fervent passion amidst fading memory
in the light of day when stories take me back in time
in the depth of night when dreams sweep me away
holding on tight, not knowing if demons lurk
wondering if this peculiar reality persists
outside of consciousness, inside of cosmos
ultimacy of quantum space, intimacy
of a sunny morning along the beach
serene place to cherish, alone, carefree
walking on shifting sand, my being grounds
beholds existence: fragile, ephemeral, mystical
beheld by hopeful transcendence
as I lift a starfish washed in, back to surf
maybe some god will lift me
to a place of life, beauty, wonder.
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