The space of memory is emptied
Its volume its mass gives way
To ordinary air to common water
The scrawl of the cartographer’s notes
The reconstructed prairie the unsealed
Unsent letter of ambiguous intent
Are not forgotten but gone erased
Without a smudge or the paper torn
You always imagined the ease of it
The absenting the effacement
The names of things the speed
Of light in its transit superfluous
Without memory there is no desire
Or desire is not more than snow on water
You are fluent at last in the not knowing