i don't want to remember.
but
this vanished us
spectral us
flamed solid torch of us
weight of and waiting for what? of us
are too much
to carry along with will and
wishing
and neutral can't lift the
vast verse of you drag you and
falling
down now i want
not a heavy memory
we
are gravity trampled
joy and was is
the most constant verb
of all
******
i hate this poem with every gut in my guts.
