off in the distance someone's memory
floats by undisturbed except for the
thought funning after it that were left
out unintentionally... or, intentionally
perhaps since they are chasing... we
are selective in our pursuits, discriminating
with our choices, and pretentious with
flirtations with fantasy... too much time
spent in the womb of discovery while
hiding from those who would steal our
souls and sell them back to us once a
few changes have been made... nights
spent sleeping in cold sweats because
there was no where else to sleep... and
we are inventories like commodities
when life has been finally taken from us.
November 30, 2023
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