I remember yesterday
 like it was a hundred years ago
  sepia-toned creases
   across the highlights 
    of the no-longer-now

Each memory a snapshot
 out-of-context
  isolated
   verified falsehoods
    incomplete truths

I ask myself, sometimes
 How can I remember this moment?
  But I don't know yet;
   the memories only flow
    one way

So I breathe into the now
 here
  I become
   one with the all
    cast myself out
     absorb the moment
      know --

And I know
 if I never remember this moment again
  it may be lost to time
   but not to me.