You know how memory works
In family groups and curious
Hard-won associative patterns
The truth is we have to run the world
And throw it away at the same time
Sensing the onward flow the moon
Behind its iron scrim
But there are those who want
To stay behind and the question is
Who will go back to fetch them
The dead are our children
We suddenly realize
One day walking along
We find a further life in them
If we take them seriously
If we trust them as friends
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