Memory

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Age gnaws at life

Without respite –

Incessantly; insidiously;

Unnerving in its non–rhythmicity:

Irregular pendulums–

Not on clocks–

Dump cold milestones:

Another wrinkle; another grey hair;

Another memory…

I stoked the fire.

A cackling ember broke ranks,

Deluded by escape.

I killed it–

As I do a memory.

It’s the pain you see–

The memory bears the pain:

It hurts my gut, my heart,

My eyes…

I up the volume–

Let the hi-fi sing

Drown the memory, see.

I turn to stoke the fire again,

Staying the blankness.

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