Splitting Atoms of Memory

as my torso slipped past pastel waterlilies, I noticed with a start a light glinting off each petal, then smearing it in rainbows of threads it was as if, water dimensions were letting me slip through, and peek illusions took hold and as each shimmer turned into a memory, I immersed, and waterfall-ed without doubt I swam through sadness, thick swamps hiding horrors and joy streams trickling playfully with the laughter of life sickness stopped everything, and all is damned thrice, and the health of a bubbling brook spoke to me in whispers but as I swum into a crystal sea, I watched all memory merging into who we had become, and how our memories helped shape us … in my own reminisce I had forgotten every memory is shared, and stored in the river of time that I now float, in a papyrus boat