In the space between awake and awake,
I discovered everything had changed.
Not that change had occurred during that time,
More my mind had assembled the components of change
In those hours of slumber.

There’s what we know before
we know something else.
I thought I knew the architecture of our love.
But there aren’t blue prints for such things,
Just mud, straw and water – old style.

Thoughts were of building temples,
To celebrate great feats
Huge accomplishments
But the roof of our semblance was never complete

Often you make for now,
Bolstered by the passion and energy of fresh endeavour.
Symbols emerging, like great discoveries,
Some THING out of no THING.

You create a lot and forget a lot
but what’s not here IS missing.
Eventual, inevitable rain,
Pouring like rivers from the sky

Truth drops,
Finding cracks in what was water tight.
Washing away lose fragments
Diluting the concentration

So when you wake up
When you come again to consciousness
There’s something of the past about
the present
Ancient monuments to once great loves.

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