Drag your memories underground
So you can’t see them again.
Pretend they are buried
Like your cat
From when you were 8.
They are decomposing
Fractions of silent grain
Waving in the wind
On a cold summer day.
These shifting layers
Each creates bedrock.
Your feet shake
Between the colliding moments in time.
Compressed weakness
Controlled desire
Complete lack of emotion.
You no longer remember
What’s invisible
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