belief 1/5/19

belief is a death march

quite readily taken on.

aging evidences it

as gifts gathered

as if life is a shopping spree.

value clutches 

as if worth is to be kept

close to the heart.

memory approves of this process.

considers itself 

to be a form of endearment.

passes itself off as reminders.

that no one should ever suspect,

memory is in it for itself.

disguised as if it were self,

remembered.

belief and memory wink at each other,

quite privately.

no one, of their own making,

ever seems to notice

their alliance,

as if one foot in front of the other.

one can only take flight

if their wings are not made of belief.

for belief is air-space,

already preoccupied.

and memory is a tethering

that limits the future of being sky-bound

by this almost invisible hitch to the past.

belief is a burden

wrapped as a gift,

then given to oneself

as if the present . . .