Real

Don’t let the memory slip from your grip

What makes all this real.

Remember your humble rock bottom.

Remember the glory in the dawn of the world.

Remember their generous, peaceful smile.

Keep your head down.

Eyes on the target.

One foot at a time.

Until we reach the light.

Should you fall, alight your shirt.

Let it shine the way for those to come.

7.9.2024

Paper

As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,

My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards

‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?

Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.

Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.

Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.

I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.

It’s another fight.

7.13.2019