This harsh, hard brilliance

Shadows; their razor edges

pressed deep into these walls

The tight-fist chest

Upwelling ancient tears

Fresh supplies sourced from brutal shallows…

I will laugh with you

A million times

beyond all of that

This shadow-less hard-light

Rips through memory; forgetting as it passes

Tearing down; smashing old withering constructed certainties

Blowing them away like sand

Into a new desert

I was never the simple soul that I was

This fiercely overflowing heart

Will always remember

It was born to come home