The Audio Version

I remember so many things.

They come unbidden mostly late at night

When the world is dark and silent

And thoughts are free to roam.

It’s a journey with no route, no signs, no destination

Just random things, one shimmering image coalescing

That leads to another and another

Dancing in the highway.

Or they rise from deep recesses

Like tendrils of kelp rising from the seafloor

Images of long ago and long forgotten time

People, places, events, joys and sorrows

Hidden in the labyrinth of memory

Hidden until such time as I rediscover them,

Hidden from sight and mind

Of things that once were.

But now I remember.

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