We were flying westward above the clouds towards sunset.
A crimson silence enveloped the horizon.
In the distance, as if out of nowhere, a meteor burst forth across the sky.
You or I tried to capture it with our camera.
That was long, long ago before I graduated from college.
Presently neither of those events make much sense,
Not the endless sunset, nor the flash of meteor dust.
O Mnemosyne, where do they travel from, why do they disappear
The poetic experience, phenomena of light, mysterious fireball.
I question not because I've forgotten, but long to remember.
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