Memory Songs

Sang in the middle of what 
could have been the end as
stories became religion

worshipped by the ones
who were protagonists
in tragedies, does that mean

victims; perhaps there is
no such thing as time,
making the chorus

far more than a moot
joint in a structure 
that doesn't care about

gravitational remorse;
can memory re-write itself:
self-evidently yes, thus

the moment seized 
may have been a reverse
heist, and I'm still stolen.

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