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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