Memories placed in stone dwindled off a precipice today.

Forgotten mess slid from cliff side walls as faint shadows danced

on rock face cinema screen. Crumbling memoir’s fell away.

As cognitive mementos faded black, ballerina pranced,

set free from music box routine to stage with no firm ground set,

but she moves with grace, as the stage strobes pulsing lights put near her feet.

Capturing her poise as plummet completes in splash of blue dew

from a calm rippled sea as performer sinks below line of sight.

Then she takes her bow, drifting down, recollections losing glow.

As bubbles rise, from vapor rooms beyond; the dancer slowly

dies. For memory is but a dream that tragically declines,

and as we lose our lives with time, all our wishing dancers pray

to be spared this fate; recalled and saved by impressions in one’s mind.

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