How do I decide what to remember –
what to forget?

I don’t spend much time pondering this phenomenon –
it just happens somewhere in my mind
where selections are taking place
with, and sometimes without my choosing.

If I did have more authority in these matters
I might decide quite differently
than I do by my remaining silent.

This process which I don’t especially understand
is, nevertheless one that I admire.

Were it different then I would be, too.

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