<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Memories &amp; Images]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">A poem in two parts, on the effects of time on the body, mind, soul, and the heart too, translated…</p>
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<li><strong><em>The Tracks of Memories</em></strong></li>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Walking Along a Darkened Wall</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Against the Wind, and Still, Trekked Onward</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In a Silent Corner</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>I’d, Squatted Down, to Listen, to My Own Heart Beating</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And so, I’d, Differentiated Between Mine</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Along with, Those from the Other Side of This Wall</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Countless, the, Already Halted</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Or, that Last Pulse that’s, Lingered on</em></p>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Along the Cracked Edges, that Final, Heart Beat</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>This is, from Tossing &amp; Turning in Bed at Night</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Waking Up in the Middle of the Nights </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Few Lines I’d, Wanted, to Leave Behind</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Actually, the Midnight Outside These Walls</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Rushed Off, with the Cars that Sped Down the Streets</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Leaving My Loneliness, in Between the Tracks</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Like How it’d, Entered into the Walls</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>That Wall of Time, and within it</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Turning, Trembling, Between the Blood Stains</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Leaving Behind, that Sorrowful Song as the Guns Sounded Off</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>This, is How We, Enter, into the Tracks of Time, that Killed Off, the Memories</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">And so, there’s, that sense of, resoluteness, that finality of things here, and, just like that, our memories, left, NO traces, but the vague scent of it, like the slime those slugs or snails left behind on the ground as they’d, crawled across the pavements…</p>
<p>time getting away from our hands&#8230;<img class=" nofocus" src="https://dreamlife.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/slipping-away_time.jpg" alt="查看來源圖片" aria-label="查看來源圖片" />photo found online</p>
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<li><strong><em>The Wings of Imagination</em></strong></li>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Underneath that Big Tree, Do Allow the Memories to Return</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>This is, a Journey, Designated, by Time</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>We are Already, Packed Up &amp; Ready</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Loading Up Our, Childhoods</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Hearing Those, Laughter, Near &amp; Far</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Flipping Over that Book of Fairytales</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Sun Wrote Out Our, Entire Futures</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In the Shadows Intertwined</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Wings of Imagination</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Soared Away with a Song</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Song of Time</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Singing on: We Won’t Forget</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>We Won’t Forget, the Blood Stains on the Sand</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And Yet, those Wings of Our Imagination Already, Took Off, into, the Distant Skies</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And Yet, Those, Distant Skies Started, Reflecting, the Tracks of Time</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">And here, there’s, that scent of loss, of losing something that we will, NEVER, get back again, and, that’s how time worked, isn’t it?  Once you lose it, you, lose it, for good!</p>
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