Asleep
At the bottom
of the mirror's
pond a memory
sleeps in deep
liquid. Looking
up, it sees itself
rising to the surface,
only to sink again.
It thinks it's a
ping pong ball
that's a pebble.
It senses that it
ought to remember
what it's unaware of.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
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