The recorder

all places all people
are only a skin away
hidden in the mind
then one second moves
to the next and you are
there and they
are here - yesterday
places are right
next to you, close
to touch, memory
fresh and new
so thin in there
you thought it was gone
but it never leaves
your eyes
your heart
all of the body remembers
in all its parts
the past lives, is real
the blood of you
rises to meet it
all your yesterdays recorded
in bone

One Year Round The Sun
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