I dream without sleeping
Memories running across my mind like stars cross the sky
A shimmering brilliance fading to dust
Skinned knees and bruised hearts never really heal
Scars are left in their wake
You can't heal that which time cannot touch
A thing frozen in neutral gear
Waiting for something else to come along and affect it
If only to make it move
Just an inch,
Barely noticeable
Can make a world of difference
Even if it is a just noticeable difference
Flash cards drift across memory
JND, Siddhartha Gautama, creer,
All blurs barely distinguishable now
As a greater purpose takes their place,
Consuming,
Leaving nothing in its wake
For me to recover
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