Forgery

If every memoir is a lie
Thoughts fail to remember
If forgiveness is forgetting
A crucible for loss
Can I know if I’m real
My setup concealed
For I can’t see my hands
And say what they are
And I can say my name
And know who I am
The veritas myth
Cambridgely wrought
A cannonade plot
Of narrative will
From the barracks we sigh
Unreality breath
Writing a story
That can only end in