The sun’s furnace makes memory into matter. Rather, our animal history renders meat from light’s passage, tooth in the ashes, the bygone breath of wheat, burning with the opposite of knowledge. We eat the molecules that we can outrun, whether by casting spells or making software, dripping with electric blood, cursing entropy & updates. The conservation of violence, of disappointed kindness. Systems of agriculture & the sudden cadenza of wind, bringing the topaz of melancholy. Words like animal tracks, ideas like dim dreams. Tell us of extracting the universe into pain. Tell us of bright bowls of light and clouds that stretch across the galaxy. We are hungry and losing our minds. As the past shatters & fades, so the present cracks. The furnace’s memory of flesh.