Some ideas & desires fade
with age,
making diaries
& recollections
their habitats,
and later amnesia

This process gives a taste of
- an insight in -
history, prehistory, ancientness,
and the relentlessly wonderful workings
of evolution
and the natural dissolution
of oneself,
never more flying the tip of a mosquito buzz

- but it also happens
that one leaps through a dimensional gateway
through a sudden, satori-like realization,
shedding one's basic outlook on
- and understanding of -
one's position on the ladder of life,
abandoning one way of being
for another,
perhaps with remorse,
but more often with an almost divine sense
of relief,
life having already prepared everything
for one's transformation

...and in this sea of early summer birdsong,
the skeletons glow
in a wider worldly memory