Oblivion

Forget oblivion.

Swim the tides.

Harness the wind.

Hear the music.

The music of this sextet.

It is.

Memory is a myth.

It is what is never is.

It does not die.

It is not born.

It always is.

Something beautiful.

Something ugly.

Something joyous.

Something sad.

Nothing, actually, they are.

What is, will never be.

What never will be, is.

It is what it is.

Just it.