Wednesday, October 31, 2018

But I Remember Everything

Even as night is coming,
Silly, inevitable
Flip of everything,

Which is exactly,
Exactly what is wrong with me.
As for what is wrong with you,

I know you want to decide
For yourself, perhaps
In collusion with the wise,

But I assure you,
Yours or mine, never,

Ever lead to truth.
And memory? Never mind.

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