Nostalgia remembers its consistency
as burning copper pushed to the breast,
running through a forest of unachieved
branches and recovered the height of the future
in technology foreign and unpossessed.
There was a realization that dreams
erase the impressions not fully worked up,
and that elsewhere is a negative mirror
thrusting ripeness back into its idea,
waiting a life time of dreams to be relived.

-C.S. Henderson