Paroles de Memoryware

Your imprint lingers on the rim Not a chip but a softened ring A slow revision I now measure By how the glass bends everything It clouds when filled with heat Reveals what should recede This vessel recalls too much Forgot how to remain inert I dry it with attention Rotate it counter to the clock Not concealment just alignment A shift within the chosen spot At night when the kitchen calms I swear it mouths your name Not in sound but in the hollow Where symmetry delays the flame