You can’t
trust your

Memories are
fabricated recall,
the handmaidens
of dream,
shiny coins
floating down
the wishing
well of
the vague
notion of

Memories cloak
the moment.

Memories are
the skid
marks you
leave as
you brake into
the future.

Cast your
line into
the river
of time
& let it
float with
the current.

Your reflex
when the
bait’s taken &
the line
goes taut
will demolish
phantom past.

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