As he brings out the
shining album, its cover;
a layer of dust underneath
which lies an assortment
of memories, that now
seem as far as the
stars on the barely
solid sky that keeps leaking
a new horror from its
many tears.

Holding
it in front of his face
he blows over the gloss
and the dust fills the
universe as it should.

It reveals the lies of
the day, absconding the
darkness of the placid
night. Hope settles
with all the dust still
hovering, around his face
Until it rests again
And the memories--
those treacherous leeches
that mooch over the
sanity of present-- scurry
back to where they belong;
Nowhere and Everywhere.

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