Master the memory

Its slippery fingers
Cover my eyes
And I fall,
Overwhelmed by dizziness

It throws me up
I am in the skies
Elevated
Clouds cuddling me softly

It lets me go
Pushing me down
Not stopping
As I feel wet mud meet my skin

No
It pushes me further
Past earthy flesh
Into hot rocks

It tricks me
Into believing
The merri-go-round
Mind

It tells me
That I must act
As I once acted
And will always act

Lies
Lies
Lies
Memory can be mastered

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