The half-life of memory
a slow discorporation
like the vessel itself
mortal
as loon song
disappearing
across some northern plain
Suffering a constant loss
that drifting apart of the third law
of thermodynamics
decay filling the expanding space
an almost imperceptible spill
swelling a lake of forgetting
drop by drop
The slippage not stayed
though frozen momentarily
by the black ice of script
written on the dissolving surface
of the minds eye
