Mike Ford's Occasional Works at Making Light

The Making Light blog is collecting Mike Ford's comments there as a series:

De vermis.

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days --
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
The universe winds down. That's how it's made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

This modern commonplace book is continually inspiring and amusing. I never met Mike Ford, but read enough of his words at Making Light to miss him now.

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