august and everything after

as if you were something not made of stone as if you were something light something not entirely substantial and when you moved your arms through the air it was as if the primal urge had molted and given you wings where your arms were

and when you bled from your memories as if they were a dry nose or an elbow scab you felt more alive than the countless intervening worthless distance moments spent bringing you here

to this overlook looking into the past and future with equal clarity with hands clasping the fingers of your equal parts love and doom

and how you smile and laugh and move and shake a little like leaves in the august wind

and you touch everyone you ever touched and everyone you ever hurt when you do when you do anything at all

so that it feels as if your any action is as superlative as these forever and everything lines

and i'd say don't ever forget but it sounds silly doesn't it