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A Memory of Something Yet to Come (Free verse) by brazen
seems funny
how life unfolds like a book
past cannot be forgotten
or even left behind
it is written in stone
there is no changing that
future is still a blank rock
awaiting scripture to carve it
more is still to come
next breath turns the page
wonder how
can one write their novel?
or maybe just finish what is
is that blank slate set to be?
scripted for the actor
play out your part
or are the words a mere suggestion?
unfinished sentences
ad-lib the missing phrases
define your construction
in the end
appreciated for what you were
remembered by those you touched
never done until the cover is closed
before you're boxed, dropped
collecting dust
decay, fade from memory
sits on the shelf
with all the rest
damnation, redemption
a sequel to the plot
do you start again?
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