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recently listened to these:

To, and fro, fro, and to
back and forth, forth and back,
and so it dances before my eyes,
heavy growing, mind slowing.
the pendant held on the golden chain,
stirring up memories,
bringing up pain.

everything will be alright,
everything will be okay,
so they whisper,
so they clamor,
and I cannot say

back, back, please go,
get gone, be gone,
never come again,
don't come,
not 'round here.

swinging, singing, whistling through the air.
slowing, glinting, drowning me in memories
lower and lower, upon the conscious chain,
beneath the murky waters,
beneath the surface of memories

memories
best
left
forgotten