I dance on the wind, my heart lies sleeping in a pool of water. The ocean, with its tides and sounds, is full of the memories of a childhood spent alone. It whispers of a lost father as I sit and dream by the shoreline. If I could paint memory, I would paint a faded yellow backdrop with faint dribblings of pink. I have blacked out much.
Memory is as deadly as mercury, as poisonous as snakes, fire, smoke, nuclear fission.
Memory can blow your eyes out of your skull. I want to be born anew at every moment, living without the birth sac of memory. Born anew from a drop of rain, born anew like the cry from a blue jay, ripping through the air, born anew in floods of sunlight washing over the buildings across the way. Born anew from my bed, my nest, the egg I hatch from every day. Haul me born anew from my grave, take me to where waters beat pure and fresh against the heartland of the earth.