these words retained, their authorship lost and unresolved, but their siren sounding ringing, ding ding dinging; resoundingly and unresolved:
we do not always, indeed, hardly ever safe harbor the true origin and the true meaning of our memories, but they come returning to us with accompanied shrouded shuddering, so oft, for frequent "EX'ing:"
Excellent exhilaration, expiration, exhalation, variant explanations, and unsatisfactory excitations but never any finality of finale exiting
the memories and the meanings return modified, encumbered by prior visionings, and the meaning further twisted, their import un lessened, until some resolution is reached required retained and a new memory is formed, perhaps imagined, perhaps not, nonetheless the siren sounds, the mind alerted, we commence daily, nightly to reimagine what we once imagined...even endings... nml