Leaving behind history
Memories unrelated
Boxes of collected waste land
I travel light into

Cornerstones once
Crumbled dust today
Forgotten collective
Remains a crack into
The soul.

Lessons or stories
Mythical or reality
History falls behind
Neatly into tidy boxes of

Next exit of
The roundabout
A repeated
Chasing us

November 17, 2021


© 2021 Alain de Sade

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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