You cannot make Remembrance grow
You cannot make Remembrance grow
When it has lost its Root
The tightening the Soil around
And setting it upright
Deceives perhaps the Universe
But not retrieves the Plant
Real Memory, like Cedar Feet
Is shod with Adamant
Nor can you cut Remembrance down
When it shall once have grown
Its Iron Buds will sprout anew
However overthrown
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