Nothing does delete these days, Max. Once it's out, it's out. We are all published. Daily. Minutely. The great
recorder is unforgiving. More unnerving yet again is the apparent ability of the Unforgiver to penetrate the
realms of sleep.
On Wed, Jun 20th, 2012 at 7:32 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Laptop
>
> What woke me was
> a dream gone wrong.
>
> I was at my laptop
> scrolling down a long set
>
> of images - my whole life,
> no less. What was great
>
> was the power I had - to
> delete whatever I wanted gone.
>
> There was so much to wish
> I'd never done or seen!
>
> Shames, large and small -
> woundings self-inflicted
>
> or on others - all
> half-buried, lurking,
>
> now in full sight, but
> mercifully still private.
>
> I pondered how best
> to work right through the lot -
>
> every image, year by year.
> First time I clicked, however -
>
> nothing would Delete.
> In pain and anger
>
> I woke, reaching for -
> no laptop but mere
>
> disordered bedclothes,
> a long burdening life.
>
>
> Max Richards
>
>
>
|