Forgotten by James G. Piatt

So much forgotten,
more than a moment
in a field of darkness,
more than the shape of
a timeless thought.
Since memories cannot
Spring from that, which is
forgotten only the
shadows of unreality remain
for we of fading hours.
Our hours, waiting to locate
eternity, weighed down with
the weariness of living, are
resting on the edge of a razor.
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James G. Piatt‘s wife, Sandy, and he

In the topside world, Marilyn Whitehorse teaches academic writing at Kapiolani Community College in Honolulu, HI. In the river that flows beneath Marilyn

