and i'd become a rumor
to your memory

the death
of the obvious
leaves the shrouded murmurs
free to dwindle
and fade and
disfigure

like writhe leaves
in exponential
decay

and should we choose to
forget to
pay attention,
we could mull things over
in playpens
and resolve conundrums of
how exactly
we've changed

as we spew
latent swears
at the time that
does not exist