Memories
The clouds are crumbling,
dissolving,
fallin' apart.
Fallin' down,
down. Bounce
off the birds, the planes,
it's super
hard to see where they trace,
mazes, fazes, and faces of light.
Shadows change, reallign.
Seasons of sunlight
shy behind white expanse,
play hide-and-go
find me a jar.
Cause it's fallin' hard.
The organic race of gravity
into the insanity of youthful hands
keeping the crumbs for later
locked up long, vaults and keys-
a cloud in a bottle?
What a sight, my old eyes
grab the key, pick the lock,
Tumbler ticks, ticks
Open up the lid,
what did you expect?
Sweetheart,
your water's as ageless as ice.
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