In the Memory Zoo
In the Memory Zoo, people are wild;
Things get grey if you look at them too long.
There are artifacts, but not for purchase.
Yearning to see a certain memory,
You may not see it—“That one is sleeping
Behind the wall,” the zookeeper tells you,
Or “That memory has a strange sickness,
So it was removed from the exhibit.”
After an hour in the Memory Zoo,
You feel too tired to go on, you look for
An exit, a way back to the Present,
Saying to yourself “I’ll be back, and I’ll
See that strange, sick memory…” You walk straight
Toward the gate of the Present—to your fate.
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