[Petals of the Reincarnate]: 612.For the StarGazers-Reflective Poetry

Reflective Thoughts If light that falls
Upon fingertips of the naive
Bear to bend
Shatter and fall
Unto the earth
That which was a star
Of gentle time anew
For the time it had reached us
Already deadened and wizened
We are seeing the past
It reached us, as the present

Such a wonderous beauty
That touched our skin
Made us look
Turn to the sky in awe
To gaze at yet more
Stiches within the tapestry
That is our sky
A blanket
The only, soft divide
Between the universe and I

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 Alone, with the illicit memory of a life once lived, onced savoured for the pure life it truely was. And in one, fatal grasp, all is gone. And, no matter how how you wish, no matter how often you reflect, you can never pin down the feathers of a fleeting memory. Once it has come within existance, it quickly moves out of the future, into the present, and into the past. We cannot manipulate time, control law of physics, and send the word of mankind truth spiralling back into subduity. Quite simply, it is, because it is. Things are born, and they are quickly reverberated into the shadow of the past.

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If we are to recall, a single moment in time, only one perfect singular mechanism, to cast back the fragmented traction line of our youth.. Are we then to reinstate a polarity with the past, and a juxoposition within present? 

We create fond memories, We are the memories
We steal the memories.
But if time ceased to be, would the memory still exist?

(Just quick ideas, not properly executed in this draft.)