The Artlessness of Forgetting
It was just here
its shaped absence hovers
a tease, a playful provocation
remembering isn’t finding and reversing
forgetting’s course, which has no course
no art, no process
a word, a name we ‘know’
how many letters, sounds?
Not answering, it waits for us
to welcome its artlessness.
The Dog Star 
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