This is the work of memory when you
Are about to die.
Everything and everyone is in flames.
You have failed them all.
It terrifies you to think about it,
And you are at peace.
You will never know what will happen next,
What happened before.
Memory is the last planet out there
Tilting all orbits
But offering nothing, not to be seen,
The missing that can't
Be monitored, brought back into the fire,
Not even by words.
You will stay behind, and you will be gone.
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