longing (to be forgotten

i do not believe in immortality
i know you will forget(i forget-you
and all that is important to you-your life,your art
i know you make so much i will never see nor hear nor touch
More will be censored,edited,elided,passed over
as folk rush for the Golden Stars who Shine As Luminaries
This is why i change my name@will-until
it is the fact of the act not the title that demands attention
Anon my heroin,Johnny Appleseed my Tree of Life
Their alchemical marriage weds ideas and feelings,thoughts and actions,praxis and kinesis
until all is Zen tail motion,Sufi dancing,Angels on the pin of a head/
the tail on this donkey.Art is life and every chance we get optional and extra
I long to be forgotten-and my desire is stirred as you barely make it to this very last wor
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