Thursday, November 8, 2012


Whatever experience was,
Memory makes better, better,
And worse, conversely, worse, until
Nothing's left but a golden cloud
Or a pitchy smudge in the mind.

The past is a constant dreaming
Comprising everything altered
And everything that is present,
Exaggerations vanishing
Together into the blur.

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