memorizing stretched out lines
imprinting soft glows
with bioluminescence that creates a trail
to follow into infinite estrangements
powerful moments blithely remembered at the tip
of the tongue,
yet still forgotten,
still lost in an endless sea(foam green) of memory
washing out, and drowned for the purpose,
the necessity,
of the new,
make it bigger,
make it shinier,
make it glow in the dark,
and maybe give it some bedazzlers to give it some pizzazz
sell me crypto,
sell me my soul,
sell me time back from
when we spent that week in a timeshare,
a fleeting grasp on moments’ fiery blaze,
the ether’s pulse, a symphony of stars,
sell me time back from the coded night,
sell me the constellations poking through the sky,
spell out each memory,
nonfungible, tokens placed on the table,
and gambled away for a brief moment
spent looking up, down, left, right, left, left, and back
Fred Aiken Writing 