Lay the memory down gently
dressing the garden for arrival
Lay the weeping down gently
caressing the face for remembrance
Bend down closer now
you've come so close to death
and faeries bright and whispery
that there is only one greater story to be told yet
Fasten each phrase about her neck
like jewellery or a noose or a ribbon
And look back in time and forward and sideways
To see her unlacing each phrase
in movement
Someone is telling your story
beyond the hills and beyond these cities
you have come to know
there is somewhere where you
are a story told
a particular feeling
an applicable memory
nostalgia
longing
like a trigger for lucid dreaming
they will think of you and want and have
in just the way you do
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