Remember.nThe inevitable isn't out of my hands.nExperience lends me the tools I remember, but forsakes me the difference.nThe closer that gap becomes, the less I feel I owe, so I remove myself from fate as the current pulls closer.nnForget.nSalvation comes with the plunge through every forgotten memory, erased before written, reversed through the hourglass for the mountain at its bottom.nTime ends with the final grain of sand, and with its falling I sever the past and embrace the unknown.nnMy journey ends, in my hands alone, as I recognize them for the first time.