nor apology
for I could not hope to countenance
the myriad mazes of your mind in memory
with this in supple simplicity;

in agony
born from sometime night dream
Of gashes through seam to seat of soul
internally shows full of hollowed dust

And of what few glances remain to be seen
howling in hours yet deserted
city of narrow streets
as the clock winds down

no - this is Thank You
for each memory elicted
and the images you inspired
delighted, and enlightened

what more - I cannot say
only admire.

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