Memory is a re-in-care-nation 

 

 

You are the holo 

gram of yourself we need poems  

etc to reflect us.  

 

Ricochet mirrored 

by illusion, nobody emptiness 

Rules ok. 

 

Get off your high horse 
of capitalism speak to 
me of humanity. 
 
 
 
'finding yourself in a hole at the bottom of a hole, in almost solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.