Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 1)

Title: Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 1)

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(it) Lives in the folds

the flash of

light against

the cavity

in crinkled

aluminum.

There is so

much to tell

so much is

Lost in the

telling

Reprieve: the

retelling

How can the

wind take

away the

thoughts

…Without leaving

something in

its wake.

The love hit

Windwise

in the

face, through

the hair.

A dark Dawn

waiting for the

light

She's supersticious

that way

…I know

So am I.

But the darkness

overcomes

and the cruelty

beckons

Join it

Join it

Join …

The wind's

voice:

"Join

Con-join"

The answer:

Not an

imperitive,

an observation:

You've already

joined.

"Escape"

in whisper

escapes her

lips

— into

the wind.

I didn't hear

(of course)

but I knew

(of course)

Her post-cards

are dragons

in my subconscious.

The good kind.

Sometimes the

whisper on

the wind — —

"Escape"

…also an observation.

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