I have so many memories
I'd freeze in time
to occupy forever...
this one I'm in
is the only one
I would omit...
don't care if
those memories were
forged in some 'now'
they can contain
a notion of my self
I can recognize
while in 'this' instant
I don't know myself...
I'm nowhere near
the eternity I thought
my consciousness
would endow...
the consciousness
of not knowing myself
being the true expression of self
that ties the memories
into the one identity
that recognizes them all
the one that always is
the one that's always outside
the damp and the dirt and all in between...
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