one moment thinking I’m wise and in the next one I writhe, trying to re-remind myself of something learned then forgotten. Countless sunrises burying the things I’d figured out the day before. … Spending hours each morning reading poems and staring off and then snapping back to urgency, I did my dishes then I would sprint to the studio again. … these wild swipes at meaning … I will never stop singing this song. It goes on forever.