memory in transition

sun crators in the canyon
saw those bodies
running in the glade
sunning in the shade

everybody's got a story
heard yours in a tunnel
echoing around my head
toward the light we left behind

I've determined memory
most important facility
deserves more than a grave
in someone else's chest

so sign to me those songs
and when you're singing
in tiny deliberate gestures
I'll begin to hum along

indefinite as I am
I feel my skin expanding
exposing tiny folicles
quivering and exposed

my new goosebumps
riding waves in canyons
my molding memories
echoing on solid walls

I've dreamt in many hues
but I always awaken the same
just as memories last so long
I age in new colors

meaning invented in crossroads
spaces between now and memory
elasticity of time and motion
this illusion of living

so long, these moments
the crests of waves
rising above my head
in suspended grandeur

I refuse to forget
stubborn flashes last
as the landscape changes
so long, so long

the crashes feel the same
against my exposed nerves

and when you make new music
I hear the same old songs