©2020-12-03, Olan L. Smith

Camouflaged thoughts hidden within, deprived of detection, not

         Organized by sturdy words and images set for recall that

                Linger in the minds of everyone, in many realities

                    Long for remembrance, worn out toys boxes

                         Abounding with errors that we create,

                               Pause over-and-over, hence this

                                     Soul's submission behalf

                                         An Everlasting stage

                                    SurrendereD; it's minutes

Measured in fingernails piled in heaps nearby the beds of fools

Only god knows what is lost, given by those who don't

Mention the collapse of realities upon one another

Everyone knows when time runs out, it comes

Not in moments, or memories, it will arise

Through connections, through pathways

Synapses forged in fragile traces.