writing
We dog-ear pages.
To remember things.
Reciting to ourselves
stories of re-call and
of yet-to-come.
Some floral the world.
With beauty.
Seduced as comfort.
We seek it.
No one leaves
this life barren.
Life is inherent.
Creatures with
barely a brain
live for a century
or more.
While cephalopods
scratch out no more,
yet, than a
couple of years.
Good myths dispel
themselves. Leaving
nothing left to tinder.
Yet, they tinder on.
Reality suffers for it,
our false reports,
On life and what
should be.
The writing on rocks,
so as to remember,
is not unheard of.
It can be said
that blood and living bone
are also things
upon which we write.
remember
2022