Recollection Exchange

You are not what you were

The way a river flows

That’s called by just one name.

To recollect can be

A trap, an unreality —

A truth that is no longer here

Will not be false, but still

Will not be real. Like music

When we’ve lost our dance and partner,

Or like running through

A game no longer played.

So you would steal

My memories, the joys I call to hand?

This is a sabotage:

For feelings are

Our ultimate reality,

And you should know this, friend.

They aren’t unreal

Because they aren’t outside our heads;

That is a fallacy.

Better to sing remembered tunes

Than give into a vain and present

Silence, if there still be music

In your heart.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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