Recycled Thoughts


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There’s mail. You’ve got mail.

An unseen hand pens and sends; off it goes, an imaginary paper airplane, sailing invisible traffic.

Where did they all go? The heartfelt thoughts; the forget-me-nots?

Submerged in an underwater ocean of memory; written on the ghost of a disk that couldn’t possibly fit you.

And what if you were to arise, would they all come back?

Surfacing again in our consciousness like so much froth; a behemoth’s head cutting the ocean line.




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