ceremony/ritual/ending/beginning
Those gone have only us to remember them
They become someone else(something else-
pictures,memories,reminiscences-we carry them
twice-once as we knew them(alive
second as they are now(ours.Yes,we own them
as a photograph owns an image
as an icon own a god.As an altar owns a ritual
As a bank owns gold-fleetingly.Momentary these wings
as we will be forgotten(we forget this!-and build
above the graves of past-another Troy!September 11!
Mock Stonehenges,Pyramids in Las Vegas,
monuments to memories we own because we possess
Release them,and like birds they will fly
Let go of those in process.We do not own them
They are on a solitary path /whether towards Light(or away
By turning our head towards contemplation
we may lease mysteries for moments
meditate upon transcience,freeze frame experience
replay significance,come to temporary conclusions
Which are different for each of us-same for all-
life is a gift we share with those coming in and going
A railway platform where we await revelation
(sometimes late in coming).It may take whole lives
to recognize why.Meanwhile tides flow at moon rates
we calibrate clocks.Forget pulse.As temporary.
Here is where you came in-you,living,remembering
those who have passed and are passing-and those just coming in
Just like the tides.Remember?
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