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Almost
word, almost name.
Buzzing,
flitting--
Out
of reach.
Evading
defiantly:
A
drunken gnat of memory.
Tantalizing
with maybe,
Could be, almost…
Sleep
descends,
Eyes
heavy in a curtain of dark.
Hidden
letters a-b-c stretch out,
Swatting
the inebriated midge.
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The
almost-name, almost-word
Rises
from the hazy smoke
Of buried, cluttered
Memory.
