
After all, the memories must go somewhere When the synapse-lightning flickers out And all is dark and silent. Souls cross Lethe, Touch foot to the far shore, Touch lips to the glass And are relieved, Maybe. But physics tells us nothing is destroyed; Mass and energy transform and merge But nothing disappears. And anyone will tell you memories Are that: all energy or weighty mass A lift or press: bright wings or stone or clay. So do the faded waters cloud, or warm Or is there … [Read more...]

























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