Half-remembered Things: Poetry

In waking moments,
I stand with owl eyes and wonder

whether the full experience of Knowing
will take me beyond the planes of existence
into the Land of Half-remembered Things

These are the things under Heaven & Earth
that I do not understand nor comprehend

Yet cause my fingers to shake in agony
at the keyboard over revisited thoughts
running along the unconscious synapses

Yet there is a little Secret budding in my Heart
as I laugh and release the strains of living

Beneath this copse of trees,
the last remaining remnants of who
I used to be hovers above me the Air:

A solitary soliloquy written eons before
the Heart buried its own Pain.

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