April 17, 1990
11:45 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Unseen Memory"
Years pass like seconds; asking nothing, memory beakons. Was it just so long ago I traded feeling for a shadow show? A million eons, countless thoughts I've weighed And through a vast stark wonderland I strayed. Pick up a rock, a mossy dew, a frozen drop Will a yearning for unseen memory make me stop? Seconds pass like years; trading emotions, quenching fears Is my past a waking dream; a blueprint for some grander scheme Do I dare tangle with the hopes I feel in time And do I pull distraction into rhyme? Stop, ponder this, a tender glance, soft passion's kiss What values in unseen memory come to this. I see a verdant field encircled by a perfect world I feel a dormant urge through which my baser thoughts I purge I'm open to suggestion, wherefore suggestion sets at ease A nervous nagging power; unseen memory's never cease. Decades fall like pages, calendar hopes and memory ages Was it just so long gone by, I broke the mold and ceased to try? A million people, countless visions I ignored And into an empty reservoir the thoughts I stored I remember it all, though I never made the final stand I bid thee Unseen memory, Take me by the hand.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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