Memories
Last
night I had a series of dreams
as I
drifted in and out of sleep.
But
I can only remember
working
by a set of wooden shelves
with
a single bare bulb lighting the place.
I
was with someone, can’t remember who
or what
we were doing or where we were.
When
I look back on my life
the
memories of who, what and where
aren’t
a whole lot more than that.
I
have to be satisfied that like food
goes
into our bodies and is no more
but
nourishes us and makes
our
bodies what they are,
experiences
are no longer tangible
but
they have made us who we are.
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