never running
to chase the next best
but chasing down
something that should be still
I am
easily forgotten
a small particle
of your memory
when you move on to
your true purpose
how many would
recognize my face
my story
my design
if it were in front of them
but can't recall
who that shadow belonged to
how many would
even remember my name
unless we met again
none, I fear
yet there is solace
in anonymity
to reinvent this form
leave behind one more messy event
and deny a memory I wish
would disappear
always on the run
chasing that
which can't be stilled.
from Emergent - Boston
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