Alice, not trusting memory to betray her completely,
Set watchmen on far hills to light signal fires;
And every time the fires burned, she lost
Another memory, and cried a little more madly.
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Will, most enjoyable read. Some very 'telling' lines in your poem. Found the closure to be spot on. Regards, Ian
Worlds within worlds, where does it begin and end... A very fluid read, calls to mind The Alice, as she might be years hence, not surprisingly. So worth the read, Will. You capture mood, more, like nobody else.