So it goes by Christ Keivom (21, India)

What had I been thinking before
This line. Or the next thought.
Of wanting nothing more to do with memory.
The part that steers ahead while something
Else decides to drive backwards.
That year everyone chose life.

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Even those yet to be born.
The number song in the country
Was the clamour of street parades and someone
Looking for lost time in rooms and their mirrors;
Because who would know about the future?
When there's so much of the past
That continues without us
And what to do with the present
It may not even make it through one cigarette.
On the way out to a new beginning
She finally decided to love the person
Inside she could not become.
He. He was in retrospect learning Art is taxidermy,
The solitary job of keeping dead things alive.
The kids of that year in waiting and not knowing,
Waiting and yet not wanting to know the outcome
Moving forward and not standing still,
Yet never approached or retrieved each other again.
They were us. Then. There are moments like this:
When a muscle inside us that doesn't
Try to hold on, suddenly does-
What wouldn't we do to forget who think
We are and be those people again. 

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