Memory in the Wake of the World’s Fracturing

Fault not Mnemosyne for being unreliable;

since the fissure opened she has been wandering on the outside

blind and blindfolded; tiles from her mosaic body flake off, until she

is only searching fingertips and striding thighs;

occasionally an angel of the Lord will come,

gather and re-attach many lost stones,

and gently redirect her, pointing — but she cannot

see, so she meanders again as soon as his hands leave her shoulders on his departing

to some other emergency within the meanwhile;

thus she stumbles, approaches the threshold to the interior

–when some square of azure breaks free

and you remember something as though

it were sent, but it wasn’t, it’s merely that, on her own, she’s just

forever disassembling and lost, here, in the aftermath.

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