but then who wants to hide where?
who? who? WHO?
there is no one to hide nowhere.
to have run and run to the ends and the beginnings, and to the ends
all over again and after all that and before all this,
there is still only
the running,
the endings and the beginnings melt into each and other, and
the running
into i and away, or you and to, but really, there is only
the running,
this merely, life is merely this,
forgetting the forgetting.
remembering the forgetting is still only half way between here and nowhere.
still. still. still. still this remembering. still this forgetting. still this stilling.