Monday, May 1, 2023


If you can, 
just before you're finally 
too depleted 
to resist 

that all-
assuaging laudanum 
of oblivion, 
think of this: 

the loss 
of thought itself 
is just a kind of
flawless memory; 

a blame- 
and stainless knowing, 
which, at last, is 
yours alone; 

a finely
spun but tightly
braided looseness 
you can hold; 

the only spotless 
bit of "gone" 
you'll ever get 
to own.