what sees the Loveseat
portrait of our memories
ever maturing
portrait of our memories
ever maturing
blown from deepest Nothingness
to birth Everything
to casting my own shadow
upon green flesh
breaking ground
till leafless gray
groom’d my breathless limbs
for others to shelter
for inquiring minds to nourish
at my newest splendor
I am at home
but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory
till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been
or have I?
sometime else?