MEMORY – the decreation
The person she thought that she was Is unravelled by time The seams of her body The paths of her mind The reasoning tongue Now forked All certainty gone The fabric of dreams and of life Full of holes Thoughts flicker and swim Down dim corridors Collide Search alien rooms For half-open doors To throw in some light On who sits in her chair And the shoes that don’t seem To be hers Maybe someone out there Who sewed stars on the night Knows her name
Mud at the wall 