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,

Enourmous,

Intricate,

and Artful

even in ruins.

New,

they would have been magnificent.

We        build ruins.

Brain Dead

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

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

Forgotten.

– Theo Voss

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