Being Forgetful
The universe is just a memory…everything we are is what we remember…if we don’t remember it…it didn’t happen…the stars we see…they too are but memories of our past…all is memory…
step into my mind
look behind what you find
hidden in a deep dark place
a memory, a tragedy, misanthropy, and you
nestled in a bleeding scar
lighted by a falling star
you find my desire
my revolution—in you
base me turn me inside out
shower me with kisses, dry me off with doubt…
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