The cycle of memory
makes it so I am always excited.
Soliloquies create space,
while the expectation enhances hope.
Never learning to lie low,
each time is like the first time: exciting, pure.
The sting of boredom or atrophy
deject and create a sense of disillusion.
Yet, the cycle of memory
erases and always begins anew.
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