something about the way memory works

something about the way memory works
assures me that what we will remember
of beauty, preservingly, just marks
those moments of life where we surrender,
so, then, what we’ll forget is how we did
like a sound you keep repeating, hearing
something new, of something now old and rid
of meaning but leaving you a feeling
not unlike one outside an inside joke—
gestural phrases, idiopathy,
such are the languages of common folk,
saved in pure pages and faces we see!

but, then again, who could ever explain
how a word is a word; a name, a name—