Official Correspondence - Poem by Hans Ostrom
According to our records, three
moons orbit the planet of consciousness
inside your brain.
Also, we do not regret to inform you
that, by privilege of eminent domain,
the City intends to build a boulevard
through an area zoned formerly
for your long-term memory.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you have reason to believe
our records are in error, you shall suffer
the added pain of knowing you are correct.
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