rejoice of enjoy

when the bottle of ink, 

across a thirsty page, 

runs dry of delivery

and the empty face,

then only drinks

from indentation's pressure 

of ongoing's momentum, 

and the page facial of now

doesn't quite remember,

what was being said of then,

yet the delicate hand of the mind,

slowly re-strolls this path 

as clearly pressure remembered.

that of the swagger of intention 

left vacant footprints profound,

for the braille of recall

becomes the sixth sense,

re-pronouncing the original weightedness  

of ongoing's deliverance,

as if time repeats its confessional self 

in spacials of feeling's past utterances

and the heard of what was said

illuminatedly regathers

as for recognition to then graze upon 

as if for now, my emotions

have invented dance-moves

that my body, in that moment,

never had been, for then,

thought in movement, possible

and this tea of embodiment

fills the cup, my cup,

of its own making.

as the pour becomes the fixture, 

when this drink

is of its own making

and each sip of mine,

then remembers itself,

back to its source-fulness. 

ink to page,

sip to memory,

remembrance, the taste,

and emotion is fulfilled  

in this, the rejoice 

of my flashback

into the blessedness of 

the pleasurings of remembrances,

to enjoy . . .