I saw

The things I hope happen

The thing is, I hardly remember you,
the dull Al Gores of pain that ate the inner cortex;
all the seas of acquaintance I have, come to like
for a while.

The duvet group we formed,
the inner circle, will eat your eyelid old,
when you are old,
in bed, dream I said I saw you half environmental;
someone could sign your list and say
I saw.