Give me amnesia. Life
is lived in the forgetting, not
as that sage man, in the world’s youth
once thought, in remembrance.
The world’s a cave, into which
the entering is all the difference
and not the emergence from
as I once thought.
It’s what we make of darkness, not
as a space for us to bring the light,
but as a place where we, ourselves the darklings,
cling onto things – some call that hope –
like faith and love.