Steiner's diamonds
rest in the lobes
of 21st and 42nd year
Memory echoes
like a court room canyon
Gestalt gavels
strike wood once
and then again in truth
Reminding you
of space sonatas
under the sun
Finishing what you've begun
starting where you've ended
Coming home through
the back squeaky screen door
You walk in
take off your shoes
To realize...
Somehow the same you
is in the same place
Yet who you thought you were
has changed
This poem is heavily inspired by this video.
