Erase

We leave a trace where we thread,
in space, in time, in cyberspace,
anything ever said, absorbed into
vastness of hearts and minds.
Space does not care, so grand,
it absorbs all, the happy, the sad,
the neutral.
In memory, it morphs, lives on
as imagination, as myriad flavors.
Sometimes we wish to erase all trace
of the phantom we were, insignificant,
remove all that was and just be,
be light, be free, be this moment.

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