Imago
An Image attaches itself
to something you once touched or smelled
sending waves echoing inward.
You forgot about it
yet now it twists itself around a memory
one you had never thought to name.
Behind your eyes your mind is an apparition.
This thing you see
is perceived through fathoms of awakening flesh,
it returns now to catch fire from fire.
You search an emerging appearance
that has yet to paint its face;
watch it surface
going blind to the world
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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