the moment – now – is heavy syrup,
laden weighted-down, such is the feeling

of timeless

I nod: “…until then, then.”

each memory is an interim
state before the next forgotten

what goes must start
from inside this edge

there! – a glimpse of firelight
all through my brain

stuttering,
uttering sparks
intended to kindle
being

and I bootstrap
another I

unknowingly

Chagall 2019