I have only ever chased these
words, retraced and
outpaced these
partially
remembered halves and thirds,
scratched thoughts and
recollections
in the fugitive
earth.
We are abased and outpaced by
life’s exigencies, and
everything is memory
injuries, empathies, elegies
ellipses…
a thing remembered, a
hint at repeating
life is only ever a footrace
displaced, and we are
dogfaced soldiers
eagerly wishing trace
heraldries
upon what we already knew.
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