The hours collect themselves in corners like dust
Remains of now
What does if not symbols to be interpreted?
In search of magma, given stone
Dust, pebbles of ourselves to line the banks
Of memory, against which present cataclysms
Are
Known and not known
Moments birth fires unsustainable
Consuming as knowing
Today gone tomorrow
Dust itself forgotten
The hours recollect themselves within circles
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