Friday, January 27, 2023

PROVISIONAL

After the true shape 
of a thing 
is disclosed, 

it becomes trivially 
easy to expose its 
rough seams. 

The past, for instance, 
is now fixed—a living death— 
in memory,

and we quickly grow 
nostalgic 

for present tense's old
unpredictability. 

And so, 
we get busy—

we plot 
charts, invent 
astrologies—conferring 

purpose 
on the fleeing stars, 

after failing 
to remember any.