Secret Memories in Human Development

[DonSchaeffer]

On a few occasions
time stopped flowing
for a few seconds.
That set the
fleeing vision
still and ridgid
like plaster.

I dream of those moments,
repeating small notions:
half shame and half
ecstacy. Symbols of them
fill my memory of dreams.

And I will die with them,
blends of mundane and
supernatural joy that grow
into a blur of secrets..