Image by Amy E. FraserDeep within the layers of consciousness
Lies the building blocks of who we are
These surface like shredded pieces of paper
Like the echo of an echo
You chase its source to another echo
Could one tell apart
Who you are
From what you have experienced?
Every memory you have
Comes to a place, a face,
A language
These bind to impressions
Form and sensation
Perimeter our world
Then there’s the feeling
Of being outside of time
Because everything has happened
Repeated times over
Or you keep going back
To one same unspotted spot
Neither here nor there
Nor a place one could mark
But a state of recollection
More like everything that could ever be
Beyond the shape of my see
Lies the building blocks of who we are
These surface like shredded pieces of paper
Like the echo of an echo
You chase its source to another echo
Could one tell apart
Who you are
From what you have experienced?
Every memory you have
Comes to a place, a face,
A language
These bind to impressions
Form and sensation
Perimeter our world
Then there’s the feeling
Of being outside of time
Because everything has happened
Repeated times over
Or you keep going back
To one same unspotted spot
Neither here nor there
Nor a place one could mark
But a state of recollection
More like everything that could ever be
Beyond the shape of my see
2 comments:
Gilson, this is lovely. The recircling, deja vu, echo after echo are so much of life, the before and after. Re-reading is wonderful.
Thank you, Sue! It's great to hear from you. :)
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