I remember nothing of former lives except the details
which are as you know impediments
to what Anubis & the others have been trying to tell me
nothing except weight of helmets odor of blood,
nothing that would importune my present confusions.
I think it’s not going to be this life
where I remember what I was supposed to do
but I know I have been so truthfully me
that for all I know it’s what I was supposed to do.
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