Monday, June 5, 2017

Crime Scene Valentine

My memory’s like yours
A bombed-out museum
But the real past is whole
Intact and preserved
And can be visited
And taken as a validation
Of a true time-line
And therefore a motivation
And a landscape develop
Along similar depressions
And mountain tops
Nothing we touch or love
Escapes proof of our fingers
We must return sometime
To the scene of the crime
In order to go on 

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