WHAT I CAN'T REMEMBER, CAN'T FORGET ME

time is no jewel. the carot and the stick are not real.... just pathological gardens
folding lilies into quagmires of hope and anguish.
let me tell you… what i can’t remember, can’t forget Me.
it endures the ravages of lies and continues unattended with its suspicions.
like a gnarl in an oak… focused on an ugly beauty
for the rest of Us.