Unwinding

An unopened gift,
An unmet person known by voice,

A cat in closet,
alive and dead at once,

The freshly minted moment,
The taste of dish never heard,

Sometimes ignorance or dementia,
Beats concrete memory,
Everything is possible, isn't it?
Before the mystery bleeds outside,
And you know,
the gift was something you already had,
the person was someone you knew,
the cat was already dead,
and the moment a mere repetition of past...






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