so i started thinking forgetting might be a refuge from memory 
become habitual and preemptive 
and in reality a memory of refuge and in reality 
no refuge saving memory
going around and around in the rain
in a sodden pasture with a blinking radio tower 
transmitting nothing here and going
somewhere else
who knows where at the time 
then was now
and now is riding around in the rain in 
the city of endless construction.