(c) 2013 A.L.S. Vossler
Remembrance;
a sacred estate
takes the insignificant,
makes it holy,
sanctified,
purified,
whole.
Who wishes to be forgotten?
Forget me not, the lovers cry.
Those unremembered
are swallowed, whole, by time,
made unholy,
defiled,
broken.
A beautiful poem, and one I identify with. I know what it is to be "unremembered", and "broken" by it.
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