memory has been committed

beyond forgetfulness--for the

love of recollection let go.

what love gathered to person

the place of a thing--remains.

though such verity cannot remain.

a world unto material changelessness.

look upon the moon's face--she's

the rock of disoriented memory.

water itself bends to her will...

because she truly watches Night.

dug into by the last motioning

impressions of Mind.