Monday, July 18, 2011



Has anyone come back from this defiled form
and mapped out ways to get back to that eternity
we claim as heirs to, where days are as chartless
as the river stream that must flow to an endless,
ceaseless fountainhead which has no beginning?
There is no other way back except by destruction. 

When every rampart has been carted away, we
do not pine for them like those we cannot lose
because we store them in vaults of our memory:
they are our milestones of an afterlife we choose
to build from achieved desires, fulfilled dreams--
these chambers of a heart that will not crumble.  

What, indeed, do we know of eternity? Save this:
We are never away from it. Until memory fades. 

---Albert B. Casuga

What do we know of eternity? What/could we do to stave off the hardening/froth of days?---From “Defiler” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 07-17-11
We never/go looking for them, as we do/those things we refuse to let/evaporate. We miss the thing,/and our clear memory of it.---From  Momentary Memory”,  by Hannah Stephenson, The Storialist, 07-12-11

1 comment:

  1. I'm happy to be triangulated like this!! That ending couplet gives us lots to think about...