Second Memory (Unremembered)

When time so mercilessly slipped from our fingers
and dripped from the reins of the world.
The sun-fried space between us melted, a simmering
concoction of liquid love and trembling water.
Rock, silver, gold, water.
Rock, silver, gold, water.
Exhilarating, a breath of shimmering mist into
my lungs, among the atoms of cobalt, we sang.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX SEVEN EIGHT
Into a thousand grains of sand we wept and
frenzied with our blades of satin,
THESE ARE THE DAYS MY FRIENDS
THESE ARE THE DAYS MY FRIENDS
What do you have, what do you have?
What do you have when the room begins,
or ends? What do you have when the numbers
end? How are you spinning? How are alignments?

SEVEN, EIGHT. one TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX.
May our eyes prevent us from sinning.
May our ears prevent us from hearing evil.
May our fingers touch no evil.
No evil.
TWO LOVERS sat on a park bench, holding hands
on a park bench, with their bodies touching.
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DARLING, the light OF MY LIFE
metonymy. Offensive echo, second thrice and fourth
among the seventeens of life.
How much, seventeens of live?
The stars, the stars, the measure of Ocean with
a teaspoon, how much... IMPOSSIBLE you say?
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Reflection on Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet"

Some mauve-hued ecstasy lit
my soul. Engulfed, it and my eyes,
like spaced strings on a lute,
melted my mind.

Synthetic Strawberry

Nickel-cobalt alloy core, and
seed of nano-structured platinum.
Flesh of shape-memory polymer
and leaf of microporous membrane.