For one lithographed memory
to reflect upon
in its nudged passing, it takes.
As images throb
on your moonstone glow,
no more pretense it shows.
Breathing a galaxy
of cobalt dazzle,
titanium murmurs kneel
to its exposition.
Taking hold to the very threads,
of nature's magnetic bounty.
And, as dusk kneels
painlessly subdued,
to its ending prayer
of sunset's marking crown,
it evolves upon the mercy of its best.
It can grab on
to darkened passages.
Making the wait
of its own creation submerge,
into a universal
presentation of glory.
Just once,
just once,
you regain a new freedom.
Looking so profoundly
into its raw center
of labyrinth eyeless desires,
the intensity of
myriad awakenings.
Feeling the balance of loss and gain,
folding nicely
into the captive pockets of time.
As you shake hands
with the power of the cosmos,
it begins again, the face value, or not.