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entropy
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is that i don't want to do this the dank basement is full of box after box of deteriorating memories i haven't the heart for execution to dispose of someone else's treasures likely in there i am somewhere in those boxes so in a way i am erasing a bit of myself ~ ~ ~ in the darkest corner of the basement is a small separate room and in that room through a dilapidated door is a closet and in that disconnected closet a hidden door lies without a thought i am again opening that surreptitious door ~ ~ ~ the passage is always difficult deeper it leads down crisp echoes my shuffling groping towards a distant glow eventually i emerge in the verdant glen there is the sound of gently murmuring water sun softly dappling the moss silken light pervading this wordless room now i can hear a young couple giggling ~ ~ ~ nothing is written on the back no date no place another unknown photograph another unrecalled memory another ungrasped moment i feel unauthorized to contemplate these things box after box yet in a way i am forgetting a bit of myself |
©2005 by Bill Grundmann
song: Entropy (Box After Box)
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