ForgetsHe forgets the roundness of the Earth
The flashes
He forgets the timbre of his own voice
He forgets the confession he made, the days
He forgets the features of his father's face
The sound of water in his head
He forgets the farm, the form, the mind of words just said
He forgets the tracing of shapes in the sand
He forgets the prints of his own hand
He forgets the children's ages and their number
He barely expects the orbit of the moon
He forgets the difference between never and soon
He barely expects the orbit of the moon
He forgets the city and the man walking down certain streets
He forgets who he is
He forgets the flashes the man meets
He forgets he forgets
He barely expects the orbit of the moon
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