chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
memory bursts in like a revelation
fades like a dream
*
sometimes an old experience
rises in us like a moon
the enthroned brain (poor calculator)
cannot recognize, cannot remember
as if...
but no, can’t be
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