In Vine

Write down on the page

Into another turn of phase, to describe

Prattle through the ways

Singing and slinging, words arrange, to define

If all I ever ask of it, something to hold close

How did I ever, how did I make it speak and pose, dulcify

Washing out the stain, wringing the water to the drain

Rectify, I just might

If all I ever ask of it, something to hold close admit

That these words tangle up in vine

Out the mouth, and through the mind

I remember, I forget not, I could play it back to front

I remember, front and center, pulling me right out and round

I remember, in surrender, to rewind in time

Another place in life

I remember

I remember