Thursday, January 19, 2012

Memory Vials

Memories are mountains
memories are molehills
they change from shape
to shape,
They ask for what you
want before the change.

Memories are snakes
they are rancid and stale
they eat you out  slowly
with their
venomous act of remembering
before fizzling out
into the world of the dead.

Memories can be gardens
 weeded-out  beauties
balances of imperfection
shouldering the burden
of the planets of your pasts.

Memories can be manipulated
or stored in your hide to
to be smelt, tasted
savored or spat at your own will!


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