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You ask if I remember. I say no. Give me a pick axe to scale Mountain of memories: A word or A smell or A sight Triggers a highlight To where I search and raise the tool To chunk away rock: sometimes I Uncover the tunnel Leading to potential recollection. And I drag and slip And slide and squeeze through the cracks Wrong turns, remind me again? Sometimes I swim, ice cold, Forgotten - where Pockets of air Are rare But I raise my eyes above the waters Skin, cannot find it, Another one instead. Tell me more, give me guidance I’m exhausted. So I light a small fire - Smoke will haze sight But may heighten paths Because I must know How to remember; How do you find it so easy? How long have I been searching? Not long before the cold Entrenches my ability. I’ve lost the tools And I’m alone, And I lean against the wall Where it all comes crashing down And I find it! Sometimes the discovery is fierce, explosive joy; Warmth spreads and I can laugh And cry with delight. Remember that? And sometimes I forgot I searched For rocks to construct a wall, Treaded ‘til this soften path was lost. I built this wall with intent - With precision
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
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You ask if I remember. I say no. Give me a pick axe to scale Mountain of memories: A word or A smell or A sight Triggers a highlight To where I search and raise the tool To chunk away rock: sometimes I Uncover the tunnel Leading to potential recollection. And I drag and slip And slide and squeeze through the cracks Wrong turns, remind me again? Sometimes I swim, ice cold, Forgotten - where Pockets of air Are rare But I raise my eyes above the waters Skin, cannot find it, Another one instead. Tell me more, give me guidance I’m exhausted. So I light a small fire - Smoke will haze sight But may heighten paths Because I must know How to remember; How do you find it so easy? How long have I been searching? Not long before the cold Entrenches my ability. I’ve lost the tools And I’m alone, And I lean against the wall Where it all comes crashing down And I find it! Sometimes the discovery is fierce, explosive joy; Warmth spreads and I can laugh And cry with delight. Remember that? And sometimes I forgot I searched For rocks to construct a wall, Treaded ‘til this soften path was lost. I built this wall with intent - With precision
#memories#recollection
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dsr
25/M/Edinburgh
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
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