We mutate our memories
and mix them
with moments
of the moon's grin.
Is there really
such thing as growth
when it only regenerates
the distruction
of our disappointments?
We capture moments
only to sever them
from the minds
of our children-
As this
broken-down globe
collects dust
in the corner
forgotten
amongst
our lust for life
and the collection
of lies
we continue
to count.
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