Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

On The Way Down

(and away from you)

My coffee comes out hot
needs the inspired container not eagerly chugged
cupped in two hands needing warmth
for mindfulness
in an arena sparked by arrival
perfect meditation
when two lips anchor the brim

face steamed
senses sip and savor brown flowage
passing a heart, vital
and the awareness of the vessel’s capacity
proper drainage at opportune intervals
wisdom to ingest
nearing the plumbed depth with just enough draught before
cold

the best moments
perfectly plotted
go as well as you could hope on any given day
make morning memory

I held you
you warmed me
I savored you
intertwining destined, famed,
over, when I pull
the sweetest, last moments flow
through knowing —
you, I could never clutch
contain close to my heart

but for a few patent moments...
life better...remember
honor you this way every morning
until the bottom, up.

4.22.23

We hold on to perfect memory knowing it fades or comes to an end without habitually repeating
It eventually leads to knowing the agony of brevity, how hard savoring the shortness of these love lives
when passion perpetually consumed is not enough, but with mindfulness make the most of it, before honoring what’s dead, long past consumed. Catalysts are bursts, not meant for perpetual motion. It’s what you do after you’ve been given a shove toward a direction - did you plot that course, can you decide where to go? Or do you stand near and igniter hoping it will blow you up? Decide all by aftermath’s fate. I don’t know who decides. If I say more… I have one week and a few days to decide…something
Cryptic, yeah, I know. How dare I be so cloaked and dramatic? I thought the SAME thing…before u. What right do I have to insinuate myself into anyone’s life? I can’t even be a loner on the internet…but at a safe distance.