before you leave Prem Sylvester my thoughts of you turn to birds of light, aflight above sunlit golden water, cascading over memory’s cliff. forgetting is a mere matter of diving beneath the falls, never coming up for breath. drowned albatrosses wash up ashore, bearers in tow, shrunken. resting on riverwashed rock, we could peer beyond the horizon. the dusk of our time colours these cascading ends marine, sight skipping over remembrance, till the gulls disappear beneath the crest. flight will […]
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