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

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

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