Artifacts Artifacts litter my consciousness I travel incoherently amongst them Brushing against their imperfections I return my gaze to a prominent point From here I can see a past That forms a future proof memory I am enclosed within my feelings on the matter And my disorientation begins But back to my artifacts Their littering is just too messy I need a good bin wagon To tidy this expanse up I am all I have experienced Minus the pieces I can't seem to remember The spinning memories Shatter into more artifacts and I...
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