Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Understanding Unlimitedness

Couched comfortably between long ago and neverness
Some moments are meant to be stuck in time
Untouched, like freshly formed dew
Undisturbed, on the veins of a champa leaf
Holding secrets of days and nights past

Beyond the reach of film, memory cards, and hard drives
These moments exist in a private dimension
Unhindered, by binaries and fiber optics
Undoing, all hurt and insult
Caused by the banality of these ordinary bounds

Resident recluses reside
In moments long gone by
Unfiltered, by crops, rotations, and tints
Unbiased, by a future unseen
And a past that could have been

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