decaying parchment
scattered on the floor
within fragment’s hints
whisper a mind held
still in a brush stroke’s
partial rendering
signs retained in ink
no need to hang on
every word we hear
memory’s beyond
the living fossil
inherent in us
memory’s no more
true than our desire
to shape past’s beliefs
to fit our present
like light in shadows
through diaphanous
curtains at sunrise
her soft breath lingers
at your tone deaf ear
a line vanishes
before it’s written
(April 19, 2016)
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