Ambitions

When he dies he says he'll be remembered and praised
like a god's only child he'll be sacred and framed within storylines
And venerated signs

He buries his memories in unfathomable depths
with the hope, they'll be dug out with celebratory regrets
and cries and wails and pearls

We build our own personal myths
to survive our miseries and materialize our incipient dreams
in an expansive and a collective field

A story that is meant to grow and flow through eyes and ears and mouths
about me and me and you fragmented and retold.
There's nothing that can be erased
everything seeps through our bodies, minds, connections, beds and space
and lingers under storms and rains