What Memories Will There Be At That Time

Memories are everywhere. They eclipse today and strain to obliterate tomorrow. Ruminating, considering, perceiving, believing in some things that have little connection with others. Why? That one word question is really what it boils down to. In the end that will be the first response of any attempt to understand. To understand what? To understand how much? Memories. The word, the concept, over and over used like glue to plaster so many written efforts. Duality is our monkey on the back...our albatross. And so the tepid water runs like coal down the walls. A minute goes by, and another and still no present interferes. We are strange as strangers. Cold as fires blowing steam. One day in the future lying in a grave. What memories will there be at that time?