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A False Infinity
Is your memory a circle,
or a trip straight out and back
A beginning and an ending,
or one continuous track
Do you see the same things going up,
that you pass when coming down
Is retention sealed and programmed,
by things going round and round
Without an ending where you stop,
or perhaps just one last verse
You rewind backwards to square one,
the past again rehearsed
This flux of motion holds you tight,
your perception never free
Serving both to mislead and to lie
-in a false infinity
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
or a trip straight out and back
A beginning and an ending,
or one continuous track
Do you see the same things going up,
that you pass when coming down
Is retention sealed and programmed,
by things going round and round
Without an ending where you stop,
or perhaps just one last verse
You rewind backwards to square one,
the past again rehearsed
This flux of motion holds you tight,
your perception never free
Serving both to mislead and to lie
-in a false infinity
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
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