Poem

You guys will have to tell me what you think about this poem; it's sort of new.


2. Birthdays
Birthdays come,
Birthdays go
In pointed hats and
wrapping paper mountains and
yellowing photographs of groups
smiling around stale cakes
And once the novelty descends
into Labyrinthes
mysterious with glowing rays
of forgotten suns,
piled high beneath the hillside
You must track it,
blind hunting hound,
beyond.

Remembering seems
to be the key
Can you find the
secret passages and lovely niches
in staircase worlds of radiant,
ignorant bliss? - and are they
just as magical as they
used to be?

Can you remember the world
without language or title,
with tiny index finger extended
to perfect white tiles,
a ceiling light,
a block with a kangaroo for K,
a number one candle
on a birthday cake?

Birthdays come,
Birthdays go
and pass in acknowledgement
of the truth, forgotten
which you knew once,
but lacked the necessary wisdom
to milk it dry with clumsy
fingertips,
a child mourning a lost balloon
that retreats farther into folds of
darker sky

Nevertheless,
it is something that grows with us
as we age and achieve
different heights of wisdom
and stair flights of reminiscence
and names you should remember
and numbers to call
the email that you should have sent
and the common sense that
always kept you in check -
Behind this life,
a graceful force
that propells us onward
through waking tides
of Doom and Paradise
to the labyrinthe
beyond

Once aware of the ever-growing truth
one might find an order
to store weight by birthdays and passing years
a record of how they change a life
and how the details are etched in the memories
that we hold so dear
as the Birthdays come and go -
we look
beyond
and find clarity here