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A half-forgotten song…

Each, sound, softly,
hummed, 
then,
a disappearing octave,
in alarms, rung,
eternal steps down,
to secondary reminders,
eight-fold,
in a larger symphony.

A half-forgotten song…

Errors made in haste,
din short like catchy, 
hooking choruses.
Whilst, unmade amends,
become musical lessons,
that echo; 
lengthy, 
lectured, 
lifelonging — laments.

A half-forgotten song…

A bum note,
impressed upon,
a bell’s unrung,
zygote. Hims and Hers?
Hymns and hearse.
All, sing along. To, Amnesia’s,
blankly beaten drum.
At your song’s end,
those imaged lyrics play,
in reverse.

A half-forgotten song…

Cascades along,
bass paths, unchanged refrains.
That recollect in mindful albums.
Caseshowing;
songs forgotten other-halves: 
piped our throngs, bite bright,
bellows thrum.
Where you & I belonged.
Nostalgia’s, ode & strain,
from us, forgone.

Life is a hal…


© poormansdreams

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