The Ghent Review Vol 1 number 2 | Page 15

the possibilty of words inventing order and in the interstice between them luminous flickerings to remind
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serendipidous these changes images to words to feelings an irregular grammar of correspondences intent upon a meaning of sorts
I reach beyond the pattern to retrieve the unselfconscious cadences of you
yes I know the desultory nature of memory and sift for omissions
an image of a flower has no scent memory yet can distil its redolence
selection invents an order the way sculptors read past the visible conventions of stone
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so I try to assemble from the disordered fragments of remembered times