Thoughts as ephemeral as gossamer
as transitory as a butterfly suddenly seen
and instantly gone, so long submerged
resurface from the inner sanctorum of
memory where the mind has neatly
stored them without consultation with
the owner abruptly taken back in time and
place with a startling clarity of vision and
recall. The subconscious photographic
details as concise and clear as the present
no need to grope through the years that
followed, perspective narrowed to a
personal history ringing an evanescent
bell of joyful recognition. The younger
self could not possibly have imagined one
day far in the future a thought and a stage
would be recovered, returning from the
past on its long journey to the present. A
random visitor, just dropping casually by
making contact to say hi, remember me?
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