Remembrance (a poem)

Maybe somewhere new forests could be grown
maybe on Mars, perhaps someplace unknown
caves and mountains don’t 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.

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