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Memory is a canon

Of rhetoric

Because the ex-perience and ex-pression

Of time differ:

What of what we know is good

And what of what we know is bad?

What makes us beautifully flawed

And which flaws make us ruined?

And who creates a flaw anyways-

We are not objects, our selves transcend

This place.  Humans do not follow the

rules we have fabricated to evaluate worth. 

But just the same memory gets explained

To death. 

It becomes an art form to match prevalent points

From childhood to adulthood

Both hooded in the presentable self

While the true sensory ensemble of a moment

Remains embedded in our own skin

Untouched.