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Discarded Poetry

by mokradi_ 2 months ago in surreal poetry · updated 2 months ago

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Discarded Poetry
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Happening/

A hidden gem

I am ego

driven.

Your father's bike

slipped in the monsoon rain; He was not wearing a helmet.

An evil rock hit his head.

/

Wailing sirens

from village to the city

clots forming; seconds went by in stages.

Panic

Nausea

Adrenaline

Action

Actor

Roles

Happening

/

I apologize

I was nowhere there,

I apologize

I never asked you about how you felt,

in that moment

after the operation,

when the Doctors shone a red laser light on your father's palms

and he looked down

not sure

of what he was looking at

or why the red dot kept moving around.

/

The memories will slowly come back

You may have to remind him of your names every now and then

This accident was a close one.

/

This accident did not happen

It was a happening.

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We bridge distant realities to awaken the unconscious mind.

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