Rustling of memory

bengal tiger

Josh More via Flickr

Chaotic colours, noisy words, clanging in my head,

Rustling thoughts disrupt my memory,

As Bengal tigers take down frenzied moths;

Worlds and lives murmur distantly –

I am in awe of this talent laid bare,

That I cannot even seek to emulate;

Nor can I stay a moment – even for self-pity,

Instead, I delve down another path,

I must find a different way to glory.

~ Ilana Reimer

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