These small little corners with things forgotten
Every unit has them inside the physical structures
Inside the human
Rolled up dirty as if to cast away with forgetfulness
Electing to forget or simply just forgot
But its there all the same
Some material with drips of gasoline
Intended to stoke the fires of your passion or your fires
Backyard stillness in the quiets ember
Felt under the limbs watching
The falling twigs are old memories we left behind
Gave birth to a new moment and stood up tall for it
You’ll have to shoot me down to break me
Forceful in a corner finding whats forgotten
To fuel the fires of everything
Let it not be forgotten as we read whats certain
These notes to help us hide it from ourselves
No help unless you stand up at the top and ask
Simply stated
I want it all as pure and harsh as you can make it
Other side of things
Sweep the corners and empty the hidden
Go right for it all
One last push past the previously thoughts last steps
Follow the new in the dark
Stumble with grace
Tell them you have
You did
And will again
Take what helps you
Gently or aggressively leaving whats useless where it should be
With other energy that you felt every inch of and learned was
Useless
Hazy Acres 
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