Memory

A quick word or a moment’s hesitation
On that rare sought visitation
Of past deeds and minor wrongs enacted
Through Time’s mirror so refracted
The gruesome monster and saint, both faces
Dwelling again in recalled joys and distastes
Yoked by the burden of a conscious being
Who sees beyond the mere seeing

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Residue

I try to clear my mind of troubles
Erase over minute equations on the chalkboard
So much dust gathers in the aftermath
Dusting shirt and pants and shoes
Covering my nose like an imprint
Of my guiltiness
I want, but cannot rid all traces