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You can recover anything. If you can’t,  you will. What you seek exists  but has left for the black hole of knowledge  steady at the center of the galaxy.  You will become a different person,  […]

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James Croal Jackson's poetry has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Rust + Moth, Isthmus, and elsewhere. His first chapbook is forthcoming from Writing Knights Press. He is the 2016 William Redding Memorial Poetry Contest winner in his current city of Columbus, Ohio. Visit him at jimjakk.com.

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This article was published by Helen Bowell on 22 Apr 2017, and is filed under News, Poetry.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS INFORMATION LOSS by James Croal Jackson

You can recover anything. If you can’t, 

you will. What you seek exists 

but has left for the black hole of knowledge 

steady at the center of the galaxy. 

You will become a different person, 

renovate the house but keep the windows. 

You will find a new lover but process 

bits of data still there– the comparisons 

and air hurtle toward end-time, the end 

line unquantifiable by any metrics of the heart, 

of time complete and incomplete starts. 

There is a long black hair lodged in your beard 

from a lover though the body has moved on. 

You forget the names of things you know 

but know what they are, how you can have mind

without soul but no soul without mind. 

You can live a new life 

without losing the old. 

 

 

 

 

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