Don’t ask me unless you want the truth
And don’t expect the truth to be easy
Truth is the forge that tempers our souls
And I, the smelter who filters out mendacity.
Abstain from your formless, forlorn memories
What you don’t recall may best be left forgotten
Needless to absolve what is absent with leave
Or abolish what has already absconded.
Let go of these unmelodious mementos
Instead recall fondly those things worth remembering
Finally, realize how fortunate you are
Sometimes one crumbles instead of hardens.
July 3, 2008