obliterate the memory of coming to at dawnnnknowing only that the night was someplace that you had gonennand the amber waves on the showboat of laughternnand you cannot change the way you slid down railings in the lobbynnand then again down the gangway shortly after nnnnobliterate the memory of coming to at dawnnnknowing only that the night has gonennobliterate the grass stains from the clothnnyou were only in the grassy fields to pick a hollyhocknnyou want to stick it to the stem againnnby fusing up the atoms and then believe that it will live againnnjust from the power of your refusing to believe it cannot happennnnnobliterate the memory of coming to at dawnnnknowing only that the night has gonennobliterate the memory of coming to at dawnnnknowing only that the night has gonennnnobliterate the cherry and the wild berry juicesnnthat you trailed along the hallways of the whorehouse that you usednnas a store room for your fox furs and the harvest from the orchardnnfull of hollyhocks and cherry trees and other flowery imagesnnof course you wanted everything coldnnbut when you opened up the door everything got oldnni said of course you wanted everything coldnnbut when you opened up the door all the flower petals foldednnnnobliterate your speech so you cannot ask forgivenessnnfor hanging with the vampires when there was no one to witnessnnthe submission of the skin upon your necknnall they wanted was a dance you gave your peace of mind insteadnnthere is a tower with a winding set of stairsnnyou will descend into the absolute lightnninto the absoluteness of lightnnand come awarennand become aware