To erase it all up and memorize the gaps run through it as misspellings truly rain. Body up and pretend to know what it is you are doing again, wash it up and thread it with one eye closed as they used to do in the borrowed tenses. That was silence for it is not remembered as much until the last licked thread lingers a great long time in the wrong mouths, the bitten cheeks and punctual lips pursed to help fingers squeeze the camel through, balance the angels, squish out the remaining air, the light, the light in the gaps.