Memories, like accidents,
not the feelings of "features&quot...

I called them all by name,
to rapt attention living or not...

A day as a life,
or the life of a day...

Sure thing I could, split
myself you know divide us...

I should know.
Being good with faces...

....Family....
proverbs spring to mind...

Night swimming without water,
in the way penguins glide through liquid...

Strange my lass oh how gentle,
for loud and clumsy could not escape me...

Wary of enveloping pleasure,
to be taken as proper...

Many would come.
Some to spit, some to cry...

When cradles and graves seem fable
age invisible behind well and able...

It's always been change
for you my stillness...