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By kevin urenda Date: 2003 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.07.12.18.21491]] |
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We worship memories understanding nothing that stands in the way of being whole again out of a life that has always wandered into open doors and lost itself dreaming what lies behind the ones closed and bolted These are the icons decorating the walls of our consciousness neatly arranged in rows like children we wish had retained their innocence forever but these, too, are only snapshots of places and faces we can only visit once per lifetime for living stops and waits for no one The sun always crosses the sky whether we see its face or not and the records of these things become family bibles that we write in the front of but never turn the page to the words that might help us make some sense of it all for we've read the words before and these too are nothing more than mindless abstractions now concepts of what these things should have meant once when once upon a time was in our grasp 10/7/02, 10/13/02 Fairbanks 11/04/02 |