For reasons

More obvious than love



There’s a beauty

To forgetfulness



As we fuss

Infinity now.



That at any moment

Someone might

Call my bluff



There’s a beauty

To forgetfulness.



For man gets caught up

In his existence

But it is enough for

Man to be  



Told

‘I exist too.’



There’s a beauty

To forgetfulness



But you didn’t

Call my bluff

And neither will

I.