Unremembered

His name is a whisper on the lips
Of the Passer-by.
He walks nameless streets and enters unmarked houses.
Surrendering significance for forgetting,
He moves unremembered in a slipping of the mind.
Attention is not his to keep, and though he has yours now,
It is certain to fade without intervention from Fate.
Already his features build cobwebs in your memory,
Even as you try to recall them.
Only the twin suns of his eyes remain.
Indistinctly, he passes you and steps into the
Artifice of Destiny.