Memories

Erstwhile memories, the obvious really, and the judges and the priests are infidels. and they all reside in this smoky room, they have come up to the present time, moment, and porn stars are seeking me, and I refuse them, telling them, that I don't need them, so far removed from love, when love is what I believe to be truth, and my heart and mind gain peace, perhaps in a smug way, but there is satisfaction nonetheless, and then I face the day, and the day faces me, and my innocent heart, my pure heart, is neither innocent nor pure, but true to itself, it needs no accompaniment, it is exact, and then in another page of another time, I see her, now invisible to me, and evasive as she almost always was, and I look into the eyes of the past and then I wonder,.