What feels like a memory appearing for a split second before vanishing forever

Brushing off cloudburst from its shoulders Morning slides from the mountaintop. Violating directives and orders Time bypasses checkpoints and borders And eventually comes to a stop.

Everything is misplaced and degraded, Missing images, meter and chords, And the song that was fully created Lost its voice and entirely faded Like it slipped through the cracks of the worlds.

Misaligned in the self-repetition, Buried deeply and covered with ice - Something flashes like some recognition Of a life, of a dream, of a vision Of the past that I can’t recognize.

Like an echo of something contagious Like a thought of a thought, a reclaimed envelope that contains no pages Like the darkness that lasted for ages But could never be captured or named.