Faces
Faces
of everyone I’ve ever met
Carved
on molecules in my brain
Nodules
of images rush more to maintain
Memories
of charged particle grain
Near
receptors for opiates, such as cocaine
Some
laughing, crying in degrees of pain
With
mountains of love and depths of disdain
Waxing
poetic, some on the wane
Fixing
on thoughts again and again
Just
as my face goes into their train
I
wonder if I will die with them
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