Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Forgotten

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coming in for a landing
in a dream
of a dream
with a receipt
that had notes
scribbled around the margin
layer upon layer
of life
float past
a drone’s eye view
great things spread out below
destined to fade to dark
slowly, though
seconds pass between each drip
leaking a history of memories
long forgotten
particularly the ones
that could have explained
everything

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Written by johnwhays

February 23, 2023 at 7:00 am

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