Memory is without sound
a dumb deceit
a wingless beat
seeking no permission
getting none
this airless haulage
comes, repeats
the faded conversation
and what is passed
goes on
‘til we are found
amongst time’s wreckage
its mute remains
possess us like a sleep.
Published in Fox Shade: The Best of the 2012 Poetry Pentathlon
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