Oh, Memory…
Wrappings of thoughts
tied in bundles
hold the pillars
of your fluctuating palace
in place.
Intentional pleas are
trapped under time and human experience–
begging to be freed
from the rubble of your majestic mind.
Repressed fears and feelings
have been stomped
into the floor by pilgrims.
Their intensities
create a beautiful mosaic
Memory rest in yourself.
Lay upon the cold tiles
and feel your pilgrim’s pain.
Steal through your own rubble
and release it of its uselessness.
Memory sacrifice yourself
to the pilgrim that remembers.