Is the world already disappearing me?
No one survives The Forgetting forever
but this seems a little premature.
The clock is powered by a battery,
thank God. But that keeps
it running, not honest.
Everyone has one chance to stand
in the light and be visible, and mine
passed before the new millennium.
The sun sifts the day in brilliant
graceful patterns
through the miniblinds.
Oh, I remember now. I don’t know
what, but it was beautiful
and you were there.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
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