Memory Tea Soul

The night is like a memory,
Like your memory—the entire
Universe could be memory,

Not just mother of memory—
Itself memory, memory
Itself. It works so much like yours,

Always with everything happened
And anything that isn’t fit,
In every sense of fit, erased.

An endless gyre of editing
At every scale, every scale
Full of details and a detail.

You are the part of memory
That makes this figure meaningful.