Structures in Space #001 - Forgotten
My name is Forgotten
Redacted from remembrance
Not by careless hands
or librial flames
My name is Forgotten
Like wind whispers on non-windy days
and childhood compacts and compounds into glaze
Just another little ledger lost
like most
Maybe we can think it good
to be Forgotten
if remembrance is dependence
on a lesser thing
A sinking,
A drowning
Who would censure the sunken
for wanting to wish away water?
Farewell, then
From Atlantis