Bora born
History's run _
Memories fade, details not lost squirreled away
somewhere the place inside notebooks seldom read.
Neglected, out of use bits of nuance make
way for handier stuff, more relevant to
in the moment fluff people tend to reuse.
Let them go, let ‘em slide, a new age chorus
of woke dalliance intrudes, mutta say mum.
And there's the rub, mind the builder does it's job
to repress, dissolve inconvenient truths
right up front centre stage, once were so real.
Inside they rest, penciled out, tagged on idle
total recall never quite the same again.
Wish you were here cries out for the attention
word sowers use in names, places, to inside
run the mind, to tease them out, to let them speak.
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© 14th july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
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History`s run _
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