Foundational
After time, specifics can become elusive.
Each moment muddles—like trying to paint
a perfect line with wet watercolors,--
the end changing the past with its blur.
I remember you. (I won’t forget.)
The murky flood rushed fearlessly
I stood in a gutter with numb, shoeless feet.
(I didn’t care.)
I remember a distinctly solid moment,
like a line drawn by a pen with an
Infinitesimally small tip—It was the birth
of Innocence, slowly awakening to
Reality. A process received after
Foreshadowing singularity of Time,
So Here!
With a few words, divine, gave me
the sublime. You spake presently:
Primitive hope encompassed in practicality.
You remember the beginnings.
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I really like the sensitivity with which you address personal growth in relationships. I can relate to meeting someone who enables us to experience the birth of innocence. Sometimes that person is not even aware of the keys that they give us.
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