Patience, patience, my sweet friend, patience, slowly
recall all the memories of the days when
we ran blindly unconcerned with grief, dying -
our current partner.
We stand in a river that flows not away
also not towards anything - also nothing
is here nor there - all is just something
remembered my friend.
Recall recall those old days my friends and then
they will return be assured - again nothing
has happened that hasn't happened also
has never happened.
Sweet friend recall joy is upcoming to you
if you wait and memory's former promise
will have been fulfilled in anticipation -
in future perfect.
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