On the memories which were lost, through, time…translated…
He'd, Domesticated a ton of, Time, They're All Still, Quite, Young
Leaving the Youth, to the Memories
A Warm Hug, along with the Fuller Forms of, Dreams
He'd Raised up the Days, Watched Them Leave Home
One by One, Vanishing on the
Backside of the Memories, Never Returned for a Visit Again
He'd Grown, Weak and Frail by the Years
the vanishing tracks of, time, like footprints in the, sand...
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Daily, He Repeatedly Echoes His Own Voice
A Daze of His Yesterdays, Dazing
Today, He'd Walked Speedily Underneath His Own Shadows
Becoming an Aging Leopard
That Can't Stop Pacing Around Inside that Cage
He'd Heard the Chime of His Wall Clock Called Out Midnight
With the Messages from the Fog
Closer to the Essence of Life, the Vanishing
Dying Promise, Closer to the
like this...photo from online
Poetry that was, the Silence Between Every Heart, Beat
A Lot of Time Still Waited on Him to Feed Them
Using the Words, the Lines
He'd, Trekked Across Many of the, Broken, Memories
For the Sake of Catching
His Own Self, that Were, Countless
Hiding in the Bushes of, Time
Leaving Behind the Tracks Intentionally
To Help Him Find Back the Self that's Been, Reduced to the Bones
To Find the Existence of His Own Self
Which Was Here, Before
So, this person searched hard, to find the traces of his own self that existed, a long, time ago, and he may not be able to find that, because his memories are, going, away by the day, as the memories will fade, piece by piece, until, there's, nothing left of this life we'd had…
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