I've had a productive day (& night) though, so I thought I'd leave you with something which, at a more human time of day, I might consider dross, but which, at this time in the morning, high on fatigue and those special sleep-deprivation hormones, I'm rather fond of.
- - Tùil I/Starmore - -
I remember it - so strong
all passion and depth,
So utterly perfect it stopped me in my tracks
and, forgetting to breathe,
I compelled my me to absorb that moment,
drink in every last detail,
each stroke. And draw. And dry.
Willed myself to form a perfect memory
too deep, too absolute to ever be swept
to the loose-locked room of unremembered.
I ached, staggered and stunned
by the force of that longing
Held on that remembering
so it glowed and growed,
Pushed out with its colours that throbbed
life-size rejected for the magnificence of
a memory projected
wide-screen the only possible view.
And then the revelation
the truth shrunk to actuality.
Memory again my own mockery of me.
25/12/08; 7a.m. (before, not after, sleep)