Everyone has to learn and to unlearn.
On the edge of the colour you contemplate
about the tree within the forest
the one forgotten about the one always remembered.
Where does the one path go and not if not anywhere?
The ellipses of coma precludes its presence, welcome consider this.
If we learn to unlearn then can we claim we forgot?
To forget means you once got it, no longer do, but has its existence been annihilated
between the poetry of your feeling and knowing?
Open then and close you will find it hard to disclose in a space that does not exist,
only in metaphor.
Come and go, leave and live, be grateful for the words they ease the pain of not knowing.
ever.
Unconscious, take a break.
