..now you are gone..
who knows her name now,
times passes. why do you
how to say a name.
one syllable or two?
we were all young then, sliding
about in troubles, growing out.
how to say a name in pictures.
they wrote of you
in public interest, fact
who loved you
those days in wraysbury,
who loves you now?
what shall I call you now,
we are not what people think of us, it goes deeper than that,
we are not the words people say, it goes deeper than that.
we are not made by our history, it is something,
deeper than that.
then in a picture, it is not what you see on the surface,
it is far deeper than that.
so there will be a delay, yet the work will continue.
we shall think of you fondly, as we think of our own past,
how the shapes fit together, somewhat randomly and form
the creatures we are today.
there is no reason, no purpose to it all. just us. you and me,
a small thing, ragged.
who knows all of it, pieces
torn away. framed.
an exhibition again. Christine.
only you know most of it. Christine.
.the evidence, christine.
is against thee , or for thee. we are all individuals.
i present thee a truth, you see a lie.
look to history.
so i shall make a case, produce the evidence.
medical notes, broken glass. we cannot find