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Left
To leave something we must forget it a little
or a lot
release the panic grip that we keep on the known
nod our feeble permission to entropy
then reconstruct understanding from the newborn nothing
ignoring the culled bits
thus all forgetting is a self-lie
and all our truths are obtained in the
ongoing negotiations that make memory.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.