Feb 11

When time is slower
And memories fade
Not reminded the brain lets
Things go
                only the good remains
Tendons connect
                  but sad
Thoughts bathe
in good remains
Leslie's speaker lost in
              melodies, memoirs written
As the speaker rotates

Sounds come fast away
Then to the face then one
Ear then far fast away again

Then to sway then to the ear
Then to fade, I fade to then
And hope time slows and desire
Decays I hope I hope I quit
Thinking of your face which only
Highlights heartbreaking loneliness

Let love be it is desire's suffering
That holds me, in which I
Dissipate as the speaker rotates

Sounds a Siren singing in memories
Of the drowning sea,
Memories to a drowning me.