We think we remember but do we?
Are we not always there-here?
When words empty the world does not
the emptying of words is a doorway
to the world without doors
we’ve always lived in
imagining it worded;
that was long ago, this is now,
there is yet-to-be.
The doorless world does not need definition
or memory, only presence.
What we truly shed lets it be for us.
When we have lived without words long enough
we regain some of them
not quite the same but recognizable
as ghosts that once haunted us
now come as openings,
as fellow castaways.