How do we still know?

How do we know we do 
not forget? 

I don't mean dementia, 
I mean: right now. Where 
and how is the universe 
quantum belief 
full of every itty-bitty 
huge cosmic fact 
from the bliss 
to the grief? 

When you hold 
One thing 
How do we not 
know where and 
whether and how

you've forgotten 
all else? Is it stored, really? 
Coded, soft-wired, glitch-writ? 
Or do thoughts come fresh 
with backstories legit 
fleshed-in with a deep 
depth feeling of known? 
As-if prior? Hey, 
how do you know? 

In your bone? In 
your marrow's hot 
thick blood-factory 
home? 

Or did you once know, 
but forget? 

One thing
in one zone. 

For instance,
we have held it
in mind. 
In the moment since,
though.
It slips from time.
It lets go from nowactive 

pure attention's shine,

limned in recognized trace,
point arc, scale, scope and context
key - mine! Now suddenly lost!

Pulled off
from each feature
and gist, it had held
too soft.
like
specific
wine. 

Fine example! Terroir, 
top notes. Body, nose -  
finish! Fresh-cut grass,
touch of pressed rose,
and a palate-sized glow 
redolent of earth.
Only -
not. Rich water. Rain, 

sunlit seas, salt, sand   

Childbirth, 

now - take it from me.
You'd think such a funky 

busy-ass wine as that...! You
could never forget that taste,
in time. Yet in fact, it goes
not flat, just 

lack.

The moment attention's
click-catches to seize some
big fat else - what? where? who?
that? this?

Scat! Shoo! Hist! Scoot!  

Where'd the wine go? 

Do you ever really only 
think of your self?

'Cause you know, I smack-damn
best-bet your butt 
you don't. You forget
your 

self
every
time 

you
scent wine,
gaze narrow or wide, 

concentrate this place, sense,
time, so deep and great
hide everything else 
in back brain-rooms, 
squirreled away. 

And 

how does it differ
to forget today? 
For a thing? 

Just now?
If attention slips, 
but 
it never slides back. 

No hook to catch-click
No loop to slip-pull
It could happen 
to me 

in you 

either now 
or eventually 
or 

unknown. Since 
there wasn't ever
anything 
there, 

once you're gone