Hunting the distant banks
Of one lost remembrance
A reckoning came upon me
Excuses left askance
My tracks grew large
As midnight’s table turned
The prey had changed to predator
Of a memory left unlearned
The dark repeating whispers
my soul afraid to tell
Until its breath upon my back
—last step my fear to quell
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