Person, what is a person? What are your worries and thoughts? A person is life recording itself. They will burn your diaries and even Mozart’s music will be lost when life stops recording itself and all life ends and giant sleep overtakes all. Do you get this? Are you memorizing this and getting it down? It is from a tremendous height that I am hoping you do. I won't be able to keep my poems. Nor the memory of you. You looked at me and praised my poetry and I didn't know what to say. Only later, when I could think normally again, did I smile and walk away. What was the point of the recorded? Why was everything preserved? I hated watching myself getting what I deserved. The videos disgusted me. A child learning poetry is record enough for me. Return to childhood and when the sun returns, count down to three.