memories

Oh entity, these memories!
Theirs hands on my brain
are not that of a newborn,
but that of a God

God of wild, illusionary thoughts
from ancient history of my present life
And they don't take the subway to
isolation, they remain host...

Playing on the carosel within my
mind, and they make due with
their time

Seemingly lost in laughter, late
nights, parties ending with starry-
eyed copulations

Dwelling upon them, explosive, erratic,
ancient historical past times I hold
close to my life line ---

fires the waterfall
under my windowpanes