Lost

I hate

Losing things

They say

The universe

Conserves information

But

It's an evil lie

Propaganda

Twisted truths

To stop us seeing

To stop us feeling

How can they say that

When

I forgot

My scarf

Somewhere

And never saw it

Again

How can they say that

When

Everything

Starts breaking

At the moment of making

How can I bear

The memories

Of a parade

Of watches

Lost or broken

One after the other

If

Reality keeps

Slipping away

Flowing

Ever faster

Through its own cracks

How can they say that

When

Every time

I leave

Some place

I leave

Some thing

Behind

Some baggage

The universe

Contrived

To part

From me

In a foreign land

Where no one

Will know

Its tale

Or even

That it's mine.

How can I bear

To lose my train

Of thought

Or the thread

Of conversation

And then

Watch them

Boldly crossing

The battle lines

To join

The Other Side

How can they say that

When

Men

Have gained

Immortality

In black and white

Flames

From Prometheus's

Hand

Only

To lose it

Once more

To flames

Of a more ordinary

Kind

How can I bear

To watch

Myself

Discarding

My

Journeys

As if they were

No more

Than their card facade

How can they say that

When

Memories

Come and go

Like repairmen

Each one

Taking

Part of me

With it

As continuity

Continues

To dissolve

Rendering

The Calculus

Of Identity

Undefined

You see!

They can't!

It doesn't!

It's just a lie!

But I

Won't stop

Grieving

Won't stop

Fighting

Because

All

Is

Not yet

Lost

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