Stiff

How will the past rearrange itself?
The question possesses all of you.
It’s the human equivalent of
The physics of perfect retention—

Nothing new, everything rearranged,
Nothing lost, everything rearranged,
Unitarity as both cosmic
Feature and boundary of the mind.

It’s the rearranging you can’t lose,
And the rearranging that’s what’s new—
Seems you’re always shuffling the same deck,
But cards crop up crisp-cornered, unused.