You are correct, of course.

Time is the vanishing step
between being and not-being.

Yet one must remember without being.

And one must anticipate without yet being.

STAGE DIRECTION: the FIGURE looks at you
with its eyes that are not eyes.

”I have had enough of memory.”

There is a place in the forest
(where trees hold memory in their bodies,
create each layer anew,
hide scars beneath a bark-bandage,
fortify their wooden hearts).

Here is a small vessel,
an adornment,
a home that holds neither memory
nor anticipation, but only being.

You will be there soon.