you are gone;
you are not here anymore
and though there are signs,
like mollusk shells on mountaintops
that hint of life
once upon an archeological time
they are but remains;
and so you are not here anymore
the reality of everyday happenings
and the urgency of living
will push memory to the suppressed folds
and perhaps there will be
more forgetting than remembrance;
but the depths and layers
do not allow deletion
and where the tentacles dance
in the darkest depths
the cruel distorted
disconnected head of history will whisper:
she is gone
she is not here anymore;
and there is nothing you can do about it…
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