The hole of forgetfulness

Sometimes we light sticks of matches
At the upper end to hear their sound
Travel across the bushes ,to the gate.
We then laugh to remember to forget,
To forget other times, other spaces.
In this you and I shall jointly forget.
Forgetting jointly is more meaningful-
Above all, the hole of forgetfulness
We will make, shall be the biggest ever.

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