A—– C—-, an apology: I’d thought
That memory was powerful enough
To preserve something of you… but it, I, have failed.
All of my experiments have come to nought.
I am too weak. Contingency blurs
even my own face in the mirror,
and I can barely picture yours.
Against this, none of my metaphors have prevailed.
I iterate towards an apophatic core
but constantly generate error.
I will continue to try, but entropy
rises and distracts in the form of terror.
FruitFly 