It’s like
running
downhill
too fast
to stop.
Beyond
the source
shadows
lie
in front
stretching,
until
the head
falls out
of sight
below
the curve.
Memory is
shadow:
forms
sketched
in the
absence
of
color
produced
by the
collection
of all
the colors
of light.
It’s like
running
downhill
too fast
to stop;
falling
beyond,
fallen
below
the curve,
the source.