almost forgotten

the next morning
seen as
the shorter version
of last night
years ago
going forward
one happens
the way one does
looking for
the moment
to ask why
somebody
why life
how every scratch
you make
is an addition
to the record
and you become part
of the imperfect song
until they find a way
to purify the grooves
or something better
or worse
comes along
and all records
are made
extinct

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