In Vine

Write down on the page
Into another turn of phase, to describe
Prattle through the ways
Singing and slinging, words arrange, to define

If all I ever ask of it, something to hold close

How did I ever, how did I make it speak and pose, dulcify
Washing out the stain, wringing the water to the drain
Rectify, I just might

If all I ever ask of it, something to hold close admit
That these words tangle up in vine
Out the mouth, and through the mind

I remember, I forget not, I could play it back to front
I remember, front and center, pulling me right out and round
I remember, in surrender, to rewind in time
Another place in life
I remember
I remember