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Remembering
Sitting on the edge
Of the horizon of
Not remembering,
The harder I think
The more distant
The vision, the what
Of this echoing urge
That is calling for more
Of something I can’t recall,
Just a haunting knowing that
It is wild wonderful intoxication,
A spinning of the soul to a side I’ve
Never seen or felt before this time of not
Remembering.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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