loureedraven2Precious are the elongations of memory
snipping at reality for tidbits
they hunger to define in sandwiched package
the yawn of years gone before
whether accurate or without merit
their lingering retains the outline of past
whimsical to those who know death lingers
around some foresaid door
give them no heed if baseless they expect
your devotion and belief
what we recall is not always the delight
or squalor of things past but of effort made
to put sense in formation
let it take flight and show us
why then we made no mystery
of our repulsion and our ardor