but you already knew this;

[losazules]

we're built of Memories,
my 7-year-old heart sitting under an old man apple tree
exists somewhere in my mind&soul
next to the 5th grade science fair? perhaps,
the way i felt the wind! blow through my hair, across my shoulders, against my bare knees&toes at the beach in milford,
the first time i saw a palm tree, the molting of a tarantula, a boy with eyes as warm as the sun,
all complacently collected in some unfinished abstract(detailed) subjectively hidden Motive
that presents itself
authoritatively whenever i look at train schedules, winter-limbed-trees, a boy wtih eyes as warm as the sun,
(every second my eyes are open and every dream when they are closed).