recall those nights
where we would help ourselves silly and drink ourselves full of unremembrance

how with unbridled fury we would paint a black umbrella in the sky that would rain black rainbows and dull all our memories, from here to then and back

and in our blindness we would forget
that past could never be repented, that we may never escape

that as hard as we may grimace and wish that this life that may remove us, will may never blink out of existence, but endure.