notion g.

we were once
memories
from an island
empty, alone.
across the skies,
your name is a
memory that lies.

we were once
a divine,
intertwined
feeling of coming
alive.

we were designed to
offset from the jumpstart
from which truth
derives.
belonging to chaos,
we turn ourselves
in, forgotten-
seeking redemption
to be forgiven
by the unseen
not spoken.

08.30.2004.

notion h.

cultivating silence
and the culture of isolation,
fragments of detachment-
fearful of involvement.

2004.