Sunday, April 18, 2021

Bare Bones to Forget

In the end, you’ve got nothing
To go on but sensation
Contrasted to memory

For a sense of difference.
Naming structures this, and you
Emerge as nothing other.

All the lights that show at night
From their different distances,
Light cones simultaneous

To your eyes, each its own time,
Own indefinite causes,
You’re contrasts. You remember.

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