that’s not hiding that’s forgetting
that’s obsessing with oblivion
tampering with nothingness
to which one must be called
the way time accelerates you
once it enters your system
speeding toward blast-off
gathering thrust to lift
you into the afterlife or else
you die a child at eighty
a genius of compromise
living a forgettable life
in unforgettable times
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