my memory was once a fleshy man
who lived and did the things that I recall
a man can turn into a thought, he can
one day, upon this change, there'll be a ban
yet for the time we'll change upon the call
my memory was once a fleshy man
it's hard to grasp how man can be no man
into an afterthought he'll trip and fall
a man can turn into a thought, he can
as chicken simmers in a frying pan
the flesh translates in time in lasting thrall
my memory was once a fleshy man
who lived under the summer sun and tanned,
then slept under the leaves of autumn's fall
a man can turn into a thought, he can
yet life could somewhat go on if a man
remembers him, explicitly recalled,
my memory was once a fleshy man
a man can turn into a thought, he can
(C)2010, Christos Rigakos
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