Futility Recaptured

I had some dream poems on the top of my tongue
They didn’t fade I put them down
But the computer rebelled eating them
And my memory betrayed me

I reconcile myself with beliefs
That they still exist somewhere out there
Or somewhere on the hidden darknesses
Of the hard drive
Knowing deep down that in fact
They are gone forever

But maybe that’s okay
Why should they be any different
Than this poor flesh or this poor earth

-- GP

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© JSW 2008