I met a girl once, on the shore, by a lighthouse, when I was much younger.

She said, "Remember me". .So I remembered, that
if I seek to be remembered and to whom I am not alone.

If I forget myself understood I am not behind.

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Am I seen passing math for masses walking, playing, looking ...

"Do I have any relevance?"

Google this.

And know why.

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I had a dream once. Death lowered upon me as the lid of an arms-folded coffin.

All I'd put between myself and the world.

All I still do.

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Sorry friends forgotten back turned all too often.

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What have I found?

The face of nature, and Christianity false.

Music played, and art formed perfectly in dreams...

reinventing a wheel.

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"Do I have any relevance?"

I have learned that outcomes speak to our instinct.

As though from the future they say: "Be here", "Do this"; and we ask "Why?"

Some moments we are absorbed by. Others are transparent or reflective to our efforts. Great or small,

it is possible to hold circumstances in a hand. Once past -- one feels the draft in their wake, or the stillness of the absence.
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