And you know what?
I have to write
To let it out
To write it down
To remember.
In this space
In this way
I come back
Circling to
All that I know
I remember.
And when I don’t
I feel it all
Swirling round
Above my head
Waiting to be anchored
To the page
To be planted in the ground
To be remembered.
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