Remember

[alessiana]

my fingers are splayed against the sun
blinding, dappled, its light is far more cruel then any moon
not harvest's orange fire, nor sorrow's blue lament
can make one resonate remembered with such bright clarity

the sun's call can make you ring in time
but i would rather forget within the moon's frozen light
then remember you smiling sun-rapt and ringing bright

march 1997  remember-not, forget me all

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