Such a lot to be remembered,
to draw upon
in the hours of not just staring into space.
It doesn’t all fit in or together,
or matter.
A smattering of how it was will do.
The memories come to me
as stars and shadows,
not caring much for sense or the story.
I could get lost in there
and never mind:
just me till we all fetch up somewhere downstream.
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