Ever More Puzzling

My world dissolves in mists of retrospect,
then resolves, revives, is immediate,
a waking dream of presence then or now,
a past in new focus sharpening now

such second coming, or third, more than fourth,
is not exactly memory, new life
from out of the chrysalis of the old,
metamorphosis of experience

process of living, giving life its due,
is at once …