eternal memory
or "A Meditation of Marcus Futilius"
Whoever has seen the here and now has seen eternity. The pullet's ruffled feather, with misdirected quill and vane where all the rest are interlaid, the self-same smoothness bears. And who beholding a naked bird could make the feather plucked return to its rightful place? Just so, the moments time has lost are indiscriminately piled and ready to be stuffed, anonymous as down, in pillows unremarkable except as they affect one's dreams when comes that endless night.




Daniel, I had to read this over and over because it is amazing. I love it.
Love this one ☝️