This wall

In this corner

Projects an echo

Of an unwritten history

Exotically distant, painfully close

Where I see without being

Feast without taste

Nothing is more beyond

Than the long days of pre-existence

With each passing year

That fossilised impulse gathers meaning

The Towers of San Marino

Or some unknown other place

Wraith clouds on black porcelain

Doomed to be always

A moonlit afternoon

The unvisited streets so often walked

Recall a place that might have been

To never be again

You didn’t know it then

Collecting fragments of an unborn universe

Dimensions distorted through coloured glass

In light-beams

Those never-settling flecks are us

The vapour of memory is slowly dispersing

Resting on shelves and mantels

The endlessly waning sun stretches moments

So how can these things ever fade?

Yesterday remains still

But we never return

We shed our skin and walk away