exploding gargoyles

First, an explosion of some kind.
The beginning of memory.
What came before?
Amnesia? Nothing?

Is life a bird
that will only be seen once?
maybe from the eye’s
quarter and so confused
with a shadow disappearing
momentarily in a dark branch
you still hear its call
but don’t know how to respond
hesitate perhaps a little too long
and then silence for a while
maybe you still hear it
can’t be that far…

In the end
like stones
in closer sync
with eternity
glacial,
evaporating,
if we make it
that far.
A change of state
that is irreversible.

Like Gorgonzola or New Jersey.

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