For Dr. Memory
is it really so late in the night?
that the sheer brass of the thing should overtake it's gold?
...or is it all pyrite? no. no, no, no...
without too loose a mind to be seduced down lyrical trails, as if how a word sounded held more import than it's meaning, there is first the wordlessly real moment, the very moment before any words at all...
...before anything at all.
one is.
