To be human is to forget the body,  to leave
behind those you love, those you hate,
to drag the unwilling soul through its white dust
with an invisible hand whose bones resist
forces of heat, of water, of wind

to a place no one returns recognizable.

To abandon the mother who made your bed, gave
you to your father, the father, in his search for
perfect light, who caused your death, buried you
in darkness, a cloud of brown moths gathering-

this too, you must forget.

Consider light, how it sits unbroken, quiet
on a summer leaf illuminating form and color,
the way it disappears completely without
shape or judgement.  How it gives its life

to save another.

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