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throat with a a a a gold bell /As hold him when it it is is his will to to to leap ” And she considered that every line line of a a a a a a a a a poem was a a a a a a a a lead line line into the spirit world to to to capture a bit of of of memory pieces of of of gold confetti a a a a kind of of of celebration We all want to be be remembered even even memory even even the the the way the the the light came in the the the kitchen
window when her her mother turned up the the dial on that cool mist color
of of a a a a a a a radio when memory crossed the the path of of longing and and took mother’s arm and and she put down her apron
said “I don’t mind if I I do do ” and they danced you you you you watching as as you you you you began your own cache of remembering Already you you you you had stored the the the taste of of mother as as milk father as as a a a a a a a labor
of of sweat and and love and and night as a a a a a a a a lonely boat of of stars that took you you you into who you you you were before you you you slid through the the the hips of the the the story There are no words when you cross the the the gate of of forbidden waters or or or is is it it a a a a a a sheer scarf of of the finest silk or or or or or is is is it it something else that causes you to forget Nothing is is ever forgotten says the god of remembering