memory is going on,

It was when the yellow, red and orange 

were raised by wind
falling onto tops of trees
It was when you owned 
one dirty beige coat
You slept in a small bed 
with your legs spilling over 
I sparked by tears
Forgotten by hours
Minutes transcended 
Distance to closeness 
I am away from the 1st life
I am away from the sound 
That struck my bones
hollow sun chimes shine 
I am away
From some
I am where
Some is undone 
A tiny ball of bright yarn 
One bird flys
To my first true friend 
It was death that found me,
Aware of life. 
(and so I transcribe)

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