How We Forget

intoxicated we dance we spin the heavy world so far removed we consciously ignore the screams demanding attention we wish to deny— —but ten minutes as we experience freedom try in our eagerness to taste the light in Everything in a shadow of a moment open and pouring out of ourselves out the doors into the sunlight that blinds us and we stagger in a briefly manufactured haze, laughing— the laughter that brings us to our knees the kind that could quickly turn to crying lest we remember we try to forget— grass too green, sky too clear, world too kind, this cannot be real cannot last forever and even as we roll with childish exuberance down the hill we know that we will leave it behind it will end as our momentum is lost forced to rise from the ground world spinning, here we are awake until we blink and the world returns