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An Obsessive Tune

Night passed and the morning came,
though, tossing and turning, I got nowhere.
A journey, dear friend, to wrong places.
If you want to lose the way, we
will go together, on condition
that first you forget your name.
No one wants to be forgotten, it is true,
but may they, life after life,
be reminded of their absence.
When will dreams be recognized, and truth?
Even after waking, how can we know the truth
when everyone around is sleeping
the sleep of memory;
An obsessive tune fills my mind.

 

 

From Ret ka Pul (Bridge of Sand, 2012)

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catherine

when everyone around is sleeping
the sleep of memory;
An obsessive tune fills my mind.
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