Well I got sorta smart and started writing all my poems in a notebook, rather than on loose scraps of paper. Here’s the first entry from the Purple Notebook.
It was part of the essence
Of the moment
More than the mere vibration
Of particles that form the wave
It’s tangibility was almost real
It enveloped as if a second skin
The reality of it
Permeation of the senses
Of the faculties
Could supplant the one
From which it was formed
It brought upon
Near-realization
Of the idea
The sensation
The revelation
Just over the horizon
To be that close
To that moment
Was the experience