caught up in forgetting

There will come a time when we are relieved of duty,

allowed to see that we have been caught up blind in a rainbow,

we will collect all of these moments, fill our basements with ghosts,

we are gorged on them, they will clog our sinks with thick chunks,

the colours have blended to the point that we can't remember,

if green came before red or whatever, where did all this light come from,

where am I, and why? we forget that we're forgetting, our vision tightened to a spot.