Motion Transformed

Memory has substance for those athirst a book never finished whose pages reverse Minute by minute the moments burn Igniting our history whose ashes return Memory’s sensation beyond the five Assuring our consciousness we’re still alive Formed in a vacuum of fire and light Stealing us inward past seasons respite Memory delivers what stimulus feigns A cloud in the desert showering rain Wrapping us tightly in motion transformed Buried within us —keeping us warm (Dreamsleep: January, 2023)