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I Hear Them Now

images are slow to fade; where did they go? why were they here? pensive pen and ink, a gentle man of measure pipe-smoke wafting cool blue persevering pleasure cartoon humour designed with careful modest pride arm-in-arm soothing his war-time petulant bride oft-wiped canvas, woodland, moody misty scene roaming through pale paintings where her lost man has been merging ever always their special being; are they still near? old parental faces time-spun and woven under my skin memories upon memories....changing I....changing me stories upon stories pile up....changing they....changing we falsehood flailing, transition, turbulent knowing transcendence....my mind, your mind, all minds are growing we are mid-paced sampled brethren, thinking anew significance in what we say and what we do personalities on kindred journeys beyond kith and kin kick string-strung corporeal cans down the celestial street where the multi-dimensional membranes quiver where energy swims across the quantum river where slow light-speed traverses the nebula face where superpositions collapse with certain grace where fine bits of information feedback feeling where negentropy out-runs chaotic dealing pick soulful songs sung with counter-rhythmic orchestral beat sprung from the fundament, nothing always trumped by something prime numbers inflate unfolding untold troubles universal endurance, containment bubbles pushing, pulling fields, filaments of flexing shape veils warp and wrap around a wily cosmo-scape intelligent infant guises, gaining in-sight impressions crossing chasms to inform the night lives on holographic film, many melodies to sing I hear them now, voices blending the chords of man and wife I feel their presence, though they are forever changed I know they are transformed, molecules rearranged I share their warm substance, two people that mattered I care for their essence, they will not be scattered I record them in words, the library of thoughts I sense they are near and far, few and many noughts I am listening out for them on the other side of life

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