I. Manners in which we
preserve memory remind
me of our likeness
to crickets, locusts: nascent,
singing sillily;
hoarding not oats and seeds but
fulfilling needs, no?
The tethers that anchor us
to sanity are
but memorabilia:
concrete, stackable,
submerged, preserved in ether.
Keep me enamored
with life, safe below the air’s
mass, comfortable,
nestled firmly within earth.
Merit is ensured
by characters, words uttered,
scrolls, novellas, thoughts
recorded to reassure
us that the human
animal has worth, that he
will retain validity
when his cities burn.
II. All things in this world
link it to me: perception
is existence, yes?
Any argument spoken
is evidence heard,
inference intuited.
Sycamore, magnolia,
lip’s kiss, vibrator,
noon sun revitalizing,
darkness’s terror.
III. Überdi Überyoru.
With every breath, collecting.
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