Some Memories

some memories avoid us
like coal stowed obscurely
in the mountain—
some memories are relics of
impossible adventures,
dream gems, and are artefacts
of the alien, inaccessible other—
some memories preface
our madness, and in their
hiddenness restore reason like
a rhetorical trick—some
memories are imprisoned—
they are controlled by crook and
crozier, they are in the abbey,
they are far down the
forgotten path, lost in fog—
do not follow, do not find,
do not remember.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!


Gabriel Muoio


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