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May 2017
WHATEVER...THAT MEANS. . .

It's like...the memory
of a memory

like walking around
inside a still photo

the sun shining
in B&W

where things have
lost their names

and thoughts don't
adhere to

anything
anymore.

"Ne avevo persa la memoria.."
my reflection tells me

in a language I
no longer know.

The name Alzheimer's
like neon in the mind

but one still
doesn't know what for

maybe a pop star
or a movie at the Odeon

( whatever that means )

or a Stop sign saying
this far and

...no further.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
144
   Cinzia and NV
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