The Struggles of Memory

Thoughts drip down and away
into a river jammed with memories
like logs packed together and raging
from top of open mind to the closed bottom
groaning under pressure and their own desire
to be free of the banks and confines of the mind
to sail alone, peacefully, one at a time like a swimmer
bobbing along on the changing whim of the comforting current
finally being pushed through the delta into a the wide open sea
to be confined no more by shores but left to wander on a grand scale

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