Sometimes I reflect back on a memory
and rely upon both mental notes as well as sensory.
I cleverly draw a map and find a trajectory
that leads me directly back to that moment's energy.
This transports me to the exact point in time,
regardless of what has transpired, the best parts still shine.
It's possible recurrence has a dying timeline
and it dwindles shorter every moment I pine.
Still I trace it back within the delicate scheme
restitching what is torn and repairing every seem.
I made no second effort while caught in this daydream,
You will have to excuse me while I attempt to redeem.
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