#2313 -- going back for what I can't remember

 

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going back for what I can’t remember

 

last of the month, a riddle lived

 

here, there

the arrow misted fall

 

it’s all the one as-if

 

thing needed at the time

 

one goes back

 

the light makes almost

 

language for forgetting  

 

as grey as we do sky

 

join the dots

and find them

 

make mine this mountain here

 

beast lowing

whale rot

or some music left

 

sly of notation

 

it was an axe

it was a broom

 

I’m going back

 

back for the clock

I lost in the dream

 

a flying tree

words cast

 

must have been a week after that

nobody knows in there

 

beach of the world washed up

 

a picture of the day gone

 

fly white

 

I raise my arms

surrender

 

to be here’s to begin to be gone

 

to be gone’s to be here to begin

 

I think I went back to forget

 

I won’t remember here