One day a man forgets
a sea, a continent, a planet
he forgets the features on his father’s face
the prints of his own hand
he forgets the flash of his eyes in another’s
and the sound of water in his head
he forgets the timbre of his own voice and the noise
of his dreams that wakens everyone, but him
he forgets the suit and the house he lived in
the street and the city that forgot him
forgets love, revelations, death: the mirror
that no longer redeems his image
A man will forget himself one day
forget he has forgotten.
