It’s necessary to remember…
to remember the sorrows,
to remember the victories,
to remember the deceased…

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I dream of Rome,
but I’ve never been there
and I never will…

Ashes to Ashes

The world
I saw in a book long ago
floats like a lead balloon
on my shoulder.

The scorching heat,
oceans and rivers,
running off my brow.

I am fearful to let go,
underneath, confused,
mistakenly disconnected.

I turn and turn
carried by its powerful orbits,
fingernails grasping;
resigned in its revolutions.

The world
I saw in a book long ago
floats like a lead balloon
on my shoulder.

I cry, I laugh,
I live from day to day:
scorched, bruised and dazed.

Ashes one day
I will be,
and the earth and I
will finally be one.

The world
I saw in a book long ago
is pounding me into ashes.

Marco Aurelio