a loss of something ever felt i
the first that i could recollect
bereft I was of what I know not
too young that any should suspect
elder.today a session wiser
and fainter too a wiseness is
I find my self softly searching
for my delinquent palaces
we walking in the memory
the feet mechanical go go round
of ground or air or ought
a wooden way
we walking in the memory searching something we used to hear