Night

Water brings energy the way memory creates identity.

Is memory produced by us, or is it us? Our identity is very likely whatever our memory decides to retain. But let’s not presume that memory is a storage room.

Memory, a sanctuary of infinite patience

Billy the Kid has a
bullet in the head,
like the Iraqi boy
that he shot,
willfully

Dear soul, we’re alive for a
short while,
dead, for an infinity of
time

Why are we lonelier when
together

Like a ship, you can shipwreck against the night

At 20 I was living at the door of reality, but I did not enter. There was no one to enter with, either

Water brings energy the way memory creates identity

A body when dead will never warm ours