For, get, forget, forgetting. In this work the hard and heavy clock weights spin, grinding against each other as gears in a machine, as pathways of mind, continually binding, changing and releasing meaning. The words that form create their own meanings and they speak silently together, between the metal. I am blessed with the forgetting and ask to be continually wiped clean, I am devoted to the relearning and the realignment. I understand this orbit never changes, at least not in my life time.