the stars picked up

what I forgot

and held it in their light

so that what was not

remembered

was

and did not go away

into the vacuum

of what gets lost

inside the black holes of

the dark side of 

the interverse

and when I opened up

my eyes

they sent it raining down

to consciousness again

the transcendence 

of the cosmic stream

that ebbs and flows 

connecting all through us

that hours may forget

for what the hands of time

are powerless to hold

but the loss of recollection

can never fade away