Events float without roots
Detached.
I apply logic of the past on
Today’s effect
Context too evaporates
Amnesiac calendars
Catalogue seasons together
All the years fit into
A single refrain
Stuck on a record player
Memory dwells
Like a parasite
Forgetfulness does not oblige
A name rules all
And lays claim to other nests
Confused grammar fails
The test of tense
Desperate scissors
Fumble with the cellophane
A needle pokes the inflamed gum
Searching for that numbing pain
Wistful parchments step into
water
Hoping to dissipate
But everything continues to form
A palimpsestic mass
Where the December wind
Blows in a dawn of March
(Like sand it runs through
fingers
Like sand it washes away
But always comes back
To claim the shore
As its own resting place)
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