Shadow of Io
A daughter asks her father,
“Where do thoughts go we forget?”
And the father thinks, depends
On whether we wrote them down
And whether the text remains,
But aloud says, Maybe space.
And his daughter accepts this
And quickly slips into sleep,
While the father waits awake
For the thought he’d forgotten
About where thoughts went, really,
To come back to him at last.
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