Moments and revelations fade
And disappear in time and space,
The ideas of the universe are made
And lost when no memory is in place.
Perhaps one day, I hope,
Memories like these come back to me.
I doubt these creations would intentionally elope,
Not after they are known to be.
My tired mind writes blindly
with misspelled words and
half-step points of revelation.
An idea is lost at the moment
of twilight before the night
and day become one.
My mind is refreshed like
a newborn’s ignorance or
a supple fruit for the squeezing.
A memory of a dream is
all I have left to remember
the greater genius in me.