Amnesia
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Mark Heathcote
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I'm searching for the source of this molten moonlight
and my memory is leaking like a bucket in the slaughterhouse
like a blue and white tin jug of unpasteurized milk.
Is that reflection, reflecting-back-at me?
Is it really - really - really-me?
My brain is somehow now a greyish crater.
All the edges blur, falling in
-here is my molten moonlight come flooding back to me
so bright I can longer see.
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