a cloud-bank of feelings,
yet unnamed.
a lawn-fill of leaf-fall,
from unknown sky-searching trees.
such memories in passage,
timeline unknown.
thicks of awareness,
not fully discerned.
the ongoing life of a lighthouse,
excusing itself through daylight hours.
only knowing of myself,
from memory's incessancy.
journeying the crosswalks of life,
as perceived dependencies.
wanting for the makeup kit,
that the sky unceasingly uses.
want for the wardrobe of weather,
before its mood is overstated.
want for meaning to have its moment,
like a lake, living in stream passage.
living for the enterprise of awareness,
as if at a garage-sale of curiosity.
laments, having their mirror-time
as self-authorship speaks it peace . . .
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