The night air twists into my mind
Through my childhood senses
Recalled now, quietly, sideways
And my future is unclear
And soft and gray like mist; calm
In its emptiness that soothes
The over-fullness of my past,
And my past,
And my past.
You didn't think I'd be here,
Did we
Think at all when this began?
I sit and squeeze
My eyes shut and I wrap myself
Around the smell, wishing
Myself not to think at all
When all of this began and
Why,
For why and when are carried now
Through and out my mind
On the back of a night breeze
That came again tonight
And went.
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