There is a hole in my memory<\/p>\n
where you stand;<\/p>\n
A cave of which I have no knowledge.<\/p>\n
Deep within the hidden, dark recesses,<\/p>\n
The sweating silence endures–<\/p>\n
Pungent and pure.<\/p>\n
You re-enact my life in that cave,<\/p>\n
Playing out the scenes of my heartbreak,<\/p>\n
in the theater of my despair.<\/p>\n
Dancing in the stillness,<\/p>\n
I nearly see you there–<\/p>\n
In the hole in my memory,<\/p>\n
Where you stand.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Summer 1976<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a hole in my memory where you stand; A cave of which I have no knowledge. Deep within the hidden, dark recesses, The sweating silence endures– Pungent and pure. You re-enact my life in that cave, Playing out … Continue reading