I stop being a Pavlov Dog
To the sceneries of Westchester
Not to remember
What I do not wish to remember
Such magic herb!
Such elixir of forgetfulness
To wipe the hippocampus
Of unwanted memories!
What waste!
What price is the moment
One pays for a desired future
Once wished in another foolish past!
I live in the moment
Like I have always had
A bowl of mixed fruit and a Chai tea
In the corner of the library
And all that has challenged me in life
Has been a paper to finish.
Could I breathe with peace?
Could I write? Could I be?
Without poetry?
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