Nourshing Memories
Itched memories never fade—
Keloids of time—ballooned
scares of history: swollen selves.
As time runs on, so
must we.
As awareness ripens
and burst, escaping truths
empty into the cistern.
Full, the cistern overflows
the cup of mind—memories
running into the saucer of life:
Come, let us sip the nourishment.
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