New Material
The images that worm their way
into memory
versus all of the fallen images
Some things stick before dissolving
but all things want to be forgotten
I’m not sure where this leaves fossils
Or the far-from-home watery heart of the glacier
The thing can become
the memory
A tree is a memory
of a sapling
And also a memory of air
that will grow and then rot
softly
or we can burn it
Whatever remains in this life will diminish
is another way of saying
this universe and all of the parts of it
that stay unseen
constantly benefits from so much new material
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