DRINKING FROM LETHE

My version of history
Is smudged with selfishness
The imperfection of memory
The inadequacy of documentation
And the consistency i create
As compromise.

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You might have guessed
These are not my lines
I forget where i read them now
But i do remember
…..no,i remember nothing.
……no, i sometimes remember
Your face, and the dreams
I wove, undid,and rewove
And then let go
Like gossamer.

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GUSTAVE DORE- FROM THE PARADISO-DANTE

Now when i dream
……memory fails
Nerves wither
Synapses surrender
Neurons let go and crumble
Like sand castles at high tide
My palace of remembering days luminous in leisure
And nights blazing brightly, like newborn stars
Is stealthily vacated
Like unsure,overzealous lovers stealing away under moonlight

All that remains
Is a slightly moist window
Your fingerprints on it
Dying slowly with the rising sun.

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CLAUDE MONET-THE MANNEPORT, CLIFF AT ETRETAT, SUNSET
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