Forgetting

last night, i dreamed of forgetting the world.

i forgot listening to the flute
from the ridge overlooking water canyon,
but notes still echo there.

i forgot dancing in the rain
at the base of the sandia mountains,
but rain and dancing continue.

i forgot watching the flames
as old man gloom burned to the ground,
but burning does not end.

last night, i dreamed of forgetting the world,
and in the process,
forgot myself.