Take me back and forth I come, forever circling back into faint voyages of consciousness back to who I once was, who I am, who I’m becoming, what I’ve forgotten of myself. Too far and few between. Too many bright agates slipped through my fingers, were dropped past my heels and long forgotten.

Take me back and forth I’ll become, and in becoming meet myself halfway. Tides wash over and over and over infinity held in bay. Sunrises and sets and forgets and remembers the turning of another... read more