What I can, what I can't
Remember, what I can
Or can't collect again
Scatters itself around
An early afternoon
In intermittent wind.
Scale is irrelevant.
The dumped chunks of sandstone's
Tumbled topography
Lie heaped along the cliffs,
Bigger than battleships
But looking no different
Than the flakes of the same
I crumble in my hands
Rehearsing yesterdays.
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