in mind..

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Well here I am, quite often just like an…

..an animal with no mem’ry of friends.

I seem to not sustain things much more than 

my senses “see” some concrete expressions

of what or who I’m in relation to.

But wait! I have learned some things on the way.

I know creative energy can do

much more than just my will-pow-er to stay

& keep my focus on things not now seen.

It’s like I have to see them in my mind,

or bring them out from somewhere in between

into the present world, where then I find

myself in focus on them; they’re not lie-

-ing somewhere more forgotten. They’re more “found!”

Like hov’ring bird or circling butterfly, 

I keep myself viewing while turning round.

So there does seem a bit that I can do,

and for the rest I’ll have to just trust you.

But I can  write this poem to pursue

more mem’ry - which appears to then ensue.

And for the rest I’ll have to be content

with simply ‘fessing up to what’s in past.

And using all that metaphors have bent

into the service of “the first & last”.

I now perceive the way you do all this:

You’re not “in charge” as Caesar was of Rome,

the hint, ask, knock & wait, way that Jesus

employed is like a father in his home.

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