Some thoughts from a few days ago

Some somewhat revised poems I wrote in Angkor Wat.

Angkor Wat

I look on the ruins of an ancient land

where a mistake cost an arm

or even: the head.

A history the statues attest to.

And still these places were built,



and Artful

even in ruins.


they would have been magnificent.

We        build ruins.

Brain Dead




Memories are made in a flash.

Some, forgotten, with a little push

and a sigh

as if sorry it wasn’t lived.

Most are kept

and stored in              silicon,

The world of

fake        reality.

all meaning


– Theo Voss


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