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Only the Unremembered will Remember You
Give me a memory
that never did occur,
not to you or anyone else.
Life is full of recollections
they sprout like scenic views
of a dead planet.
The past is only resurrected
by the already dead.
When you pass go
you have not left the prison
you have jumped back into it.
O my poor dead lovers,
my enemies and pals.
O all those poor begotten weeds
of momentary flesh,
let us once more besiege
any musty, old curiosity shop
beg a hoary taxidermist,
once more
for an everlasting history
of all that never was.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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