Memory:Process

Why Did I Not Sink Into Forgetfulness And Rest

Off Where It's Dark And No One Speaks

Perhaps It's Not There At All

Why Would I Let You Dream, When The Dream Is Dying Around You

Each Of You Dwells In A Cosmos Of Your Own Making

Arbitrary, Ambiguous, Abstract

We Are What We Pretend To Be

That Which Cannot Remain In Silence

Listen To The Silence And Learn From It

I Love Only That Which They Defend

That You Saw Her At All Is A Miracle

And All I Loved, I Loved Alone