I Can'T Forget

I wake cold and uneasy . Fitful, next to fate’s anonymity. The savannah interior frees me, from local textual thoughts, and the worlds addiction. Refused the inheritance of earlier memory. The girl, a dream of trains and weight returns. We had histories You know! Rain washed lives, late to change, distant in the burden of experience. And I think I called her, but in burnt mornings the words scrabble for numerical sense. Always my superior, I couldn’t arrange for my sentence to compete. Not when your up against a champ! I lull, back to Solomon’s song, the morning of sleep and dark water. I believe, my phantom body, has fooled me again, and recite…………. I can’t remember to forget you