by Kevin Wallace
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- His books are disappearing,
vanishing one by one-
his memories are fading
like the heating of a setting sun.
As dJinn escape from a bottle,
thoughts, names and histories disappear.
His store of dreams begin to rattle;
his empty conscience clear.
His books are disappearing-
their pages foxed with age,
the lines are blurred with tired remembering,
his child-like mourning dulled by forgetful rage.
- His books are disappearing,
