Jacob Geller

Memory’s images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.

Returning sunlight enters the dark woods; again shining on the green moss, above.

The distant light of no new star marked me home.

He could have left us his Golem; he should have. What did he fear?

The tiger. He destroyed his cage. Yes. YES. The tiger is out.

Howling at a concrete moon

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country

Cross my heart and hope to die

Take away the narrative, as you might lift the roof off a church, in order to remember what you’re worshipping.

With every passing day, the winds might blow stronger

They made themselves shine through the plunder

Gotta get a grip!

All you feel is infinite, knowing all the falls and leaps and sweet and death.

Learn to rely on a future you made in which it gets better