Seconds

It never stopped raining that night.

Little pieces of debris
whirled down in slow motion
and carefully covered the ground
in an awkward caress.

These are fragments of photo-memory;
a million pieces puzzle
spilling out from over-exposure
in a second(‘s) impact.

Where once was,
is now saved forever from knowledge;
unrecognisable to the inner eye.

Are these shards, in supervision, made up of me?
A cloaking monument to former structure.

Then where lies the blue print?
There should be a roadmap
from Stillness to Re-form.

Instead,
I have no more thought on this...

With distance comes the quiet.

And ignorance...

A haven
of sudden bliss.



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