Memory Foam

I cannot see what I would see

Of sunlit days beside the sea;

What now are soul and heart to me

Who have mislaid that memory?

When in the search I cast about

For some mnemonic path or route

To lead to what I would find out

I stumble through cold waves of doubt

That sweep the ocean of this world

In which the quanta are unfurled

And fragments of the past are swirled.

To what blind future am I hurled

In which no lasting record sings

Of those now lost beloved things,

The hands once held, the silver ring,

Or even of our parting's sting?

All I can deduce from this

Is that a kiss is just a kiss;

Love is merely hit and miss;

Its music's but the ocean's hiss,

The cosmic background radiation

That is the shine on old tarnation:

Between the zero and the one

There's room enough to have some fun.

Wednesday, July 30, 2025