on becoming a mere memory
how you knew so far in advance
remains a mystery to this day
unless of course you had miraculously
rediscovered your clairvoyance at the
exact time I relinquished my rights
to any sort of extrasensory perception
though unprepared to give up anything
(especially in my formative years)
I transfer all powers I once possessed
(whether real or imaginary) to you
june two thousand eighteen
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thanks for sharing my poem
I love this.
thank you very much, Nyx
You’re welcome