by Daniel Sifredo
Artwork by Luke McGinty
You know
I’ve been thinking a lot about memory lately
The one that triggers action
The one that travels down the abyss
Hoping to get to the bottom.
The memory has an odd shape.
Too unsettling to be round
Too strenuous to be square
No.
This memory,
Is a bullet
A diamond one
Perfectly cut, with a clear reflection
Sitting Harmless in a hand
And deadly behind a spark
You see,
It’s either one universe or the other
The mandatory choice.
But what you don’t see,
Is that I never made a choice
I live in between
A certain Universe
Where the Insane live.
Where I can see the future and the past.
But Fail to live in the present
This is the place where reflection and motion
Both take a Toll.
This is the memory.
My memory
The one you are blessed not to see