Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker

It opens with an envelope and closes with a taper

The present is the past and now the last thing you remember

The first thing when you wake tomorrow wishing it was later

On the surface memory is something you discover

Lying in a darkened room, waiting for your slumber

Cutting like the finest chisel, feeling only water

Burning in a branding that will stay with you forever

Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker

The present is the past and now the last thing you remember

Secrets held within a bag

Reveal the long-lost answer

The only sign upon the tag

A name you don’t remember

Counting from a backwards clock

Is gradually getting louder

Your breathing slows, your numbness grows

Reach out for your lover

Rising metal fingers ease

You lean in for the first time

A book of fleeting fantasy

Is faded from the sun shine

Soft to touch and sweet of smell

Most things that are poison

If I were you, I’d try and prove

I even knew the question