MEMORY

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When i speak of memory, i speak of;
i aim and shoot
an arrow
into the oblivion (vast
dimensions of space of
the time)
                I draw
it towards that still ocean; tea pot
of age old, rotting cold, forgotten/forgetting flow.

It is the reminiscence
of the struggle
of man against power, is the struggle
of memory against
forgetting.
                   And you see this ritual
is actually a perpetual
struggle of defiance.

As of defiance
as you may listen
now:
        slowly grows in pestilence.

Thus rotten
as it were some fungus grown on breads of silence
or maybe memories unspoken in
resistance
 of fallacies, fiction
and lost relevance:
unbaked dough in oven
resisting heat.
                      Statutory Warning: Contagious Defiance!