It was the night that
Waning Flowers under a crescent moon
whispered Remember You
we gathered in the belly of a hungry tiger
where stars wore guitars on their eyes and the world cheered
for more
I was thinking about things dying
about death poems
and dark chocolate easter bunnies that tear out your heart
remember me I say
like a chant to the mirror conjuring old me's to the surface
remember me,
I try to remember what I am but what I am is this
remembering
this endlessness of remembering what I am
silence seems logical, I have spoken too much
I remember me, before I was this,
when I wanted to be everything,
when I didn’t really care
how it got done.
Thank you my friend,
we so easily forget ourselves.
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