Every phrase forgets
The effects it had
On minds in the past,
So it will forget
The effects it has
In your mind today—
Like a rich sunset,
Which lights up the trees
That cloak the stone slopes
And reflect in waves,
The effect’s complex,
While its light’s mindless,
And yet. This second
Your thoughts fix the phrase,
The light recollects.
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