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A memory jar brims full with trickled days /

and hours and moments gathered there to hold / 

in precious weight until their overflow /

into the broad and endless river. /

The river holds those breaths which can’t be held /

and cools the burning limbs which can’t be felt. /

It bathes the eyes of those behind in time outpoured /

and now //

will carry all and ever on in easy flow /

to waters wide and shores unseen /

but deeply known.

24.11.18 Mies