to become...

The memories I have

the memories I hold

the constant rendition

that never seems to

grow old.

it's the dance in

the mirror

that static condition

the embryonic consultation

that births

internal transmission.

without contradiction

for these acts have

occured

they are DVR'd 

in a way

that I can't run

from these words

I face them myself

in a winning sort

of way

I also lose

just depends on the

act that gets played.

the lone man show

the way I know

the only sort of

jokes that honestly

get told.

just to ease a

smile

as the artist 

knows the way

the more controlling

side

tries to stay

fighting these memories

splitting myself

reaching for plays

without the maps

to help.

that I could never

return

I have to repeat

make new memories

erase the drive

to become free.