I live in fear of forgetting
the most important thing
while in the east I have
compassion for my forgetting
in the south I remember
you have no idea how much
but keep going until the islands
avoiding the north side of my brain
with its penchant for snowy nights
whirling in every direction
thus am I drawn and quartered
to the heights and to the depths
trying to fit this square world
into this soft round head
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