Better
Trickle onto the paper,
you words of reminiscence.
Remind me of how it was
when I was better
superfluously.
Better I am,
than I was,
than I am,
I am.
Move away in small steps
from the precipice
-careful now-
sunlight, majestic imperfection.
I am better than the inspiration
derived from vicarious life.
Better than the worst I’ve been,
but not better at forgetting.