The thing that once never was

In the inner ear of the mind
where all things lost
or
at least what we think we lost

Listen for a while
in invisible state
and hear all of the
prejudged,
come together
to form a new oldness
a melancholy
for what we assume others have forgotten

Tossed aside
without a thought for what we thought was- was

sink deeper

and listen to the synthetic tinnitus
of discontent

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