on memory pain

Memory pain beats her drum  

Echoing softly, a narrow slum

The closing of dawn – a new once upon

Have I reflected enough, too little, too much?

Am I using these words as a manifest crutch?

For monsters that hide beyond the bed?

For oceans of tears that wait to be fed?

For thoughts aimed high at absurdity?

That dance on waves of swelling intensity

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