poems as hand- and foot-holds on a glass mountain

Not Finding

Searching not finding. Give up, or persist?
We consult motivation, which doesn’t like
our interest, prefers anonymity.
Organic memory fades with age
though only as recall. We keep but can’t
access our turgid past. So say experts
we sometimes believe. Belief is finding
persistent not-finding, say witches
of disbelief, which appears as abandonment
of searching justified. It isn’t there
even artificially in distant data centers
gorged on power, water, credibility.
Evolving is devolving like finding
not-finding, say the witches, defining.


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