at a given moment the feeling
is meaningless, worthy, devoid of symbolic value.
understanding in time isolates—the exclusions arbitrary
no matter how meaningful;
no matter how tangible, division will abstract.

what is worth feeling when memory’s wrong?

who is worth knowing to forget you tomorrow?
extreme presence lives on the whim of omission,
the miracle of accident, projected forgetfulness
as the spider with her pattern perfect
endures the moon to fill her eye.