As my memories conform to the density of now
As your smile cracks my perception of time and how
I in turn, am perceived
Be it anger or grieved
Be it, you or I who's being deceived
This lens from which I gaze
Has fractalled into a crystalline maze
Lost its clarity and became opaque
Reality sweeps over these memories as a haze
I realize I don't know your face
5/28/2018
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