memoria,
burnin' burnin' in my sun
curse of nostalgia
a past that's never done
☉
memoria,
keep for me the ones i loved
more familiar
than their vestiges, time-robbed
☉
memoria,
looping through what i've become
this fractal story
beating always the same drum
☉
but a beckoning mountain
says it'll crown me
in golden present sun
so memoria,
i'll forsake you on the climb
burnin' burnin'
down the bridges in my mind
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It's a triumphant and powerful feel that teaches a great boundary with the past. Or so I gained. Well done and thank you.