pursuit

following the train of Muse               
while sitting in a prison
of the drabbest kind of boredom
longing to send a communique
to a world outside
to ride a sunny,snowy road
to the country
the territory of memory
that disappeared
it’s translucent & enigmatic
does the Essence of past actions exist
anywhere
anymore?
1000 light years away
it all took place
is it still happening on some other plane?
it’s not the same
the soot of Birmingham
the snow of Boulder
as it was years ago
or yesterday
just cannot hold on to it
or repeat that history
no matter
how intense the effort is
to possess it