The half-life of memory
a slow discorporation
like the vessel itself
as loon song
across some northern plain
Suffering a constant loss
that drifting apart of the third law
of thermodynamics

This part below placed to the left of the above

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