Perhaps it is not so horrible to lose your memory,

as long as it is sufficiently lost.

As long as there are no bent musings

that remain.

Brown, discomforting thoughts.

Just thoughts.

Nothing in our blissful conscience

that speaks of hideous things.

Because we cannot sniff ourselves

like a dog examining its severed limb,

or pretend to have a memory

we do not understand.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two – Norman Wisdom

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