in the end,
seldom we remember.
seldom we climb the stock of dreams.
in the days of storm and light
we are cast about the bubbling ocean,
we navigate by the stars.
when there is no end,
we wonder…
we follow paths unseen,
forging metallic bonds of sorrow
far back from time.
but in the beginning,
you dreamt…
you dreamt in worlds of color,
fate was forgotten
cascading down the face of frozen time.
i met you there,
there in the darkening hollow…
and you whispered, please remember,
remember!
in the end,
there is no end!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/16/11 (requiem for 12/15/11 a.k.a “lazy day 2”)
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