(understood)

Once the brow has furrowed
in a forehead question mark
there is no
before.
Whatever smooth and silent found its home between the eyes
never has been
now.
You will remember
nothing
of your old life.
You will know too much.

(until
the late life morning
when the sidelong mirror near the bathroom door
paints craters in the early eyelids
and draws margins down the cheek,
freckles mildew in the cream.
then,
calamities erase
into the sheets)

But
for now at least
you are young
and so alive with what will be discovered.