Thursday, July 24, 2008

the forgetting

the forgetting
started early
things said

the panic
and the fear
of not pleasing
of being left

gave way to
perhaps deliberate
it could not be
the way it obviously was

brains jumbled
into a grey-matter mess
until there is no longer
black and white
right and wrong
happened and not happened
it is all grey
it is all mush
it is all hidden
in plain sight

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