Saddened by recollections, stark and vivid, not
letting mind's eyes get any sleep.
Lofty, soaring, falling into caves of dementia
to avoid truths of reality abounding throughout
life.
Smashing head-long into depths of cement,
hardening thoughts without recompense.
Whatever has been is always now, so walking away
on recollection's path, a sublime feeling, full of
joy at never again remembering anything.
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