#1142 - jammin'

 

1142

16.ii.23

4.47

jammin’

with Heraclitus

 

you try to make another the same

breakfast or dinner

lost child

 

things improve decline

 

there is entanglement

spooky at any distance

 

but somewhere a clock has gone on

a change elsewhere then

 

the tracing, the rubbing

so-called double

 

not one pixel, byte

 

the lovers find themselves healed over

 

the tree in its further orbit

even the one face scored

 

there’s nothing twice the same

                      not quite

nothing can be copied

 

you think you come back to a chord

          to a rhyme

same notes over just another 

 

neither the same step

nor this skin

 

that river is long gone

 

nothing in the mirror the same as went in

 

the word you know from the book

it too joined the queue of speech

if just in your head

 

even socks are spirited away to wash

 

not even memory retrieves

but we make a difference there

 

it isn’t the sleep I slept last night

    but meet you in that vanishing