moving mountains

an ineffable desire in

suddenly remembered buried dreams

from a deliberately forgotten past

amid the intoxicating confusion of youth;

swearing never to forget

then time passes.

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An ode to the tectonic plates

An ode to the tectonic plates inside us. Sometimes, by accident or external force, and sometimes by our own inner intent (probably, mostly, both), the landscape inside us that we reflect upon shifts. So well said, so well written.