The persistence of memory
Splitting
across conflicting schools of thought –
Suspended over the exterior world,
I am
immersed in the interior
landscape of the mind.
The uncertainty principle of
the exterior world
criss-crosses against
my father Freud
to a point where
all I can see is
a wedding dress
and broken glass.
The barren landscape
points in no other direction but
towards nuclear physics
and the annihilation of
Hiroshima.
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