If the memory is more
Than a few years old, it’s lived,
Literally lived in the cells,
Through the gauntlet of the dreams
And paradoxical sleep,
Past the hippocampal gates,
And been consolidated.
Set it to music, set it
To scent—it will resurrect
Lost friends, lost events. Recite
Now what you already can.
Practice your lyrics and chants
For the day when you’re anxious
And no longer recognize
Family and friends. Pray they
Will think to play your old songs
And select correct candles
To help you remember them.
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