Monday, February 17, 2014

New Material

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

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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