I forget vividly, when I forget.
If it was a word, I dismember it, letter by letter
more and more lucid and in bold, until of it
nothing remains, except never having been
actually written.
If it was a letter, I dismember it, name by name
less and less felt in the lucidity of the bold
until of it nothing remains; not even
in vague symbol, what could have been
actually an initial.
And if it was a beginning, I dismember it;
until of it nothing remains, but, element by element
less and less coherent and thus, more and more lucid
the wholeness of never having been the actual beginning
of anything (word, letter, or name) except of this
vivid forgetfulness:
In bold, clear: THE END
