Protractions

 

Within the lines of a song
pages of a book,
spaces between words–

within the silence of time,
stillness of the night,
distance among stars–

memories rise like smoke,
like insidious secrets,
irrepressible, unremitting–

wind to uncertain forevers,
and the past remains cognate,
locked in intimate congress,
with today.

 

 

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