Remembrance

Maybe somewhere new forests could be grown maybe on Mars, perhaps someplace unknown caves and mountains don’ really decline they just can seem that way following the wrong signs Somewhere geckos don’t think and run free maybe in a desert where flies like to be spaceships and mouse slips are cut from the same sort of theories of morrows and new things to be circles and ages and ages inclined’ toward building up softly forests and vines natural structures added to fate in remembrance of pasts never so late The edge of time seems like the point of non-being wherever meaning rhymes with the always that would. Maybe somewhere new forests could be grown maybe on Mars, perhaps someplace unknown caves and mountains don’ really decline they just can seem that way following the wrong signs Somewhere geckos don’t think and run free maybe in a desert where flies like to be spaceships and mouse slips are cut from the same sort of theories of morrows and new things to be circles and ages and ages inclined’ toward building up softly forests and vines natural structures added to fate in remembrance of pasts never so late The edge of time seems like the point of non-being wherever meaning rhymes with the always that would.