remember was

I remember

I remember that I

like an echo
of being

but I do not know
how long
between that
and now

I remember
a moment when I

but I don’t recall
the time
I was

perhaps I was
as long
as not at all


Poem #462 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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