I remember something similar to nests
The sounds of things repeating
In various places. Chandeliers
Too removed to be actual.
My innermost thoughts the lightest
Of all known elements, I remember,
My hollow-cheeked voice reciting
From memory. I remember our temples.
How they will never fluoresce
With that immense white light.
There is a slice of summer in my chest
Where there is a tree just for reading
And greens and greens and greens.