Momentousness as infant hue captive in unexpressed digits, waiting to be discharged in the procession of daily remark, patient habit of this gift of time, of noticing presence, here inserted hurriedly in the place of the week's missing record, wordless, taking on words: "[I]t is as if the acquisition of language were possible only through an act of oblivion, a kind of linguistic infantile amnesia...." —Giorgio Agamben, Infancy and History

Time beginning to move jaggedly again in obligation, with language treated as instrument, while we dream nevertheless of San Clemente, this one and that, putting a name to it:

To this time cherished in its strata, here, and on the pacific afar, leveled: