Before you decide
To stroll down memory lane
You might want to consider
What lies behind
Like that patch of decaying grass,
By the river on the other side of the dike,
Where things unspeakable
And unforgettable evolved
You may find it has a power
That you had overlooked,
Or fear that became rage that begat confusion
Which dwindled to a whisper
But did not disappear
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