Being a truism doesn’t make it less true
ungraspable, unstoppable (…is it even a thing?)
cannot be slowed – yet can spring
to a frenzy
as the years pile like the pages
of an indulgent memoir.
One on another, one after the other
as reminiscence grows to a torrent
the dusty parchment fills the squalor
that becomes of our
minds and spills to the floor:
the forgotten memories we leave behind.
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