Repeat again, that which has passed away
Memory speaks, that's what Nabokov claims
Dreams of railroads end with cars
Streams of pale slopes, skied to stars
Have we been here once again?
Are you tense in the memory
That cannot be re-done?
For soothing your soul
Tricks I will play
Second person firstly,
Apparent choices made
Adventures on pages
Are those of the past
Furtive milestones hidden
In caves under grass
Walk on even though
These steps were mirrored
Windows, to a time beyond
Light, at a speed to make sight
Roman Ryan 