Pouring flashes of a past never recalled into this present mind,

not anymore,

silent sizzles melt the glass around the heart, carving out the way

to reach its timeless core.

No need to drown into the well of fire

to know the vastness of the ash

framing our life in memories stuck in the trash,

that bin we empty when we exit the time consuming flesh.

April,2019 -work in progress

©Daniela Marin,2019