unbridled reminiscence

so comes the seeming sacredness
like the ebb of a forgotten flow
ingrained in deeps unfathomed
reconjured by whatever’s unlikely
so comes the splintered recollection
in spurts it remakes the unabashed magnitude
of what went quietly into the void
where lost moments drift
without sun to orbit

now enfleshed in selfsame splendor
yet altered in its eon-soaked angst
held in a history remoter than mine
yet ever adjoining with an arcane aptitude
having been contemporaneous
without any barefacedness
the candor of its coming
was like the plinking of a harp string
deftly enjoined to my
very quintessence

so comes the aching grandeur
of once-traversed ground
in the pine-scented downdraft of
a once-salient context
when tomorrow was so near
but today undreamt of
I revisit the fascination
but keenly feel the vacancy
of its incitement.