the old film jammed and caught fire in the projector

i dove back into what looked like an oasis
there was a voice that was crying out
saying you don’t remember
it kept calling and trying to remind me
i don’t have anywhere.
i dove in the water
and all that’s left
is a skeleton
a few bones
holding
nothing
at all
no ego
id
et
al
.

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