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"Mem"
By NightPhaser/N.A.A.K (May 2010)

I am not Justice,
and I do not Deliver.
I must make that perfectly clear.

You were my children,
and I will hold your hands no longer.
Allow me to explain.

You were made of soil
though not from any earth you have touched
with your small, strange feet.
(I remember your first steps,
I nearly cried.)
and with a kiss,
saturated with love,
from lips the hue of pomegranate,
you were brought to life.

Your first words became my name.
For the first time, I knew what it was like
to be of a single mind.

You played
in the garden I made,
with wonders in every corner
flowers and animals for you to name
wisdom in knowing all you could know
and any sweetness within your reach.

I watched all of this,
knowing that time
(even my time)
turns children into other things,
sometimes better, sometimes not.

You found the tree,
and saw the fruits were ripe and supple.
I would have pulled down a branch,
let you pick one for yourself,
take a bite and be satisfied.

I do not know why,
I forbade you then.
I cannot remember.
As I sleep,
I can only dream my way
into the answer.

Bloody terror,
blight of mind and rusted hearts
follow you into the world.
If I were strong enough,
to remain awake and clear of intent,
I would offer apology,
then condolence,
then reparation.

I am yours.
Sleeping silently behind the veil,
awaiting your arrival,
your clarion call,
your love,
your wisdom,
awaiting the day you will show that I was wrong.

You were so much like your father.

Description
"Mem"
By NightPhaser/N.A.A.K (May 2010)

I am not Justice,
and I do not Deliver.
I must make that perfectly clear.

You were my children,
and I will hold your hands no longer.
Allow me to explain.

You were made of soil
though not from any earth you have touched
with your small, strange feet.
(I remember your first steps,
I nearly cried.)
and with a kiss,
saturated with love,
from lips the hue of pomegranate,
you were brought to life.

Your first words became my name.
For the first time, I knew what it was like
to be of a single mind.

You played
in the garden I made,
with wonders in every corner
flowers and animals for you to name
wisdom in knowing all you could know
and any sweetness within your reach.

I watched all of this,
knowing that time
(even my time)
turns children into other things,
sometimes better, sometimes not.

You found the tree,
and saw the fruits were ripe and supple.
I would have pulled down a branch,
let you pick one for yourself,
take a bite and be satisfied.

I do not know why,
I forbade you then.
I cannot remember.
As I sleep,
I can only dream my way
into the answer.

Bloody terror,
blight of mind and rusted hearts
follow you into the world.
If I were strong enough,
to remain awake and clear of intent,
I would offer apology,
then condolence,
then reparation.

I am yours.
Sleeping silently behind the veil,
awaiting your arrival,
your clarion call,
your love,
your wisdom,
awaiting the day you will show that I was wrong.

You were so much like your father.