forgetting to remember:remembering to forget

This unsanitary and momentary constellation does not seem quite fit, nor unfit, for the gaze to relay much more than what's to be remembered and forgotten again. How lovely the skies twist in somber tones adrift. I enjoy watching the suns set, again and again, the moons find ways onto my notebook sometimes. oh gentle brushing gust of wind, playing with the phenomena of photosynthesized life, come dance along the rhythmic thumping of the Earth's heartbeat, an electro magnetic ripple touching us all whether we know this or not. Unabashed, delicate. Honest. On the distance of illusion remains another world, another word, another kiss. Let's all share our memories, and our forgotten realities. Our imaginations are synonymous.