He wanted to know where I waz from
I wanted to point to my tracks in the snow
but my arms had no lift in them.
Be sure of this:
All tracks lead back
to one we do not remember.
As memories connect,
memories collect.
One day the linkage snaps,
and bang, erasure enters. Enters
like a bumbling burglar who has no tools
and has no need for them, either..
The intruder wanted to know my name.
I blanked for a sec, then heard him murmur
"No worry, mate, the name is Alz
I'll be your nurse for as long as you need me".
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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