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Three Metaphors for a Memory

Lonely wind, the damp leaves rustle,
Yet still no sign of a moonbeam.
I want to forget!

Trickling drops melt the silence,
But void is the centre.
I want to forget!

How long has it stayed in the centre,
Though the moon is never born?
I want to forget!

So the Earth sings to me,
And caresses my hair.
Have I forgotten or has it ended?

*

Hush the silence in a restless stream,
Piercing the longings of a hue.
Could he ever be forgotten?

Emptiness in the truth,
Yet drunk with invokings.
Could he have forgotten?

How so does the butterfly soar,
Strangely not performing a duet.
He must be forgotten.

Madness in evening aromas,
Will crush the petals that arrest time.
Still unforgotten...

*

Strike a voiceless bell,
In Avici all remains.
All forgotten.

Hear a resonant voice,
And all deaths alive.
All forgotten.

Pure or not?
Still restless, ever restless.
Has he forgotten?

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