Living’s relentlessly cumulative.
Even lost memories accumulate
Like scars, amputated pinkie fingers,
Signs of the irreversibly missing.
Day to day, moment to moment, a life
Acquires fresh episodes; fresh episodes
Reconfigure the memories of life,
And if a tranche of the mountain slides off,
Fresh old layers exposed are not the old
Mountain it was, but yet another form
Composed of all its prior forms and faults.
The moon collects the craters of the moon.
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