At the last and final audit
the accountant death
would examine
all your stocks
memories -sweet and sour
neatly stacked away
in separate shelves
marks of indelible
people,places
and interactions
on the dusty
register of the mind
the soul soiled
by eternal desire
the body
ashamed of not
matching its demands
Nightmares often
dressed up as dreams
and as they peel
years of their face
the end of all dreams
imminent !
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