For many monthsWaking to the same soundA compact discLoaned by a friendA morning reveille I ignored the futureMistaking the fog for priorityDragging my bones westwardFailing to account for tasteNever removing the musicFrom where it stimulated awakening Meaning I returned homeEvery evening Uninterested by changeAbsent stimulus inherentInheriting a lasting memoryThat would lie latentDormant until last night … Continue reading A lost imprint →