The space of memory is emptied Its volume its mass gives way To ordinary air to common water
The scrawl of the cartographer’s notes The reconstructed prairie the unsealed Unsent letter of ambiguous intent
Are not forgotten but gone erased Without a smudge or the paper torn You always imagined the ease of it
The absenting the effacement The names of things the speed Of light in its transit superfluous
Without memory there is no desire Or desire is not more than snow on water You are fluent at last in the not knowing