July 4, 2012

Prey











I know
I came in here
for something,
but I don't know
what it is.
I will think of it
in a moment,
just as soon
as I remember
who I was.
Like a shark 
dying without water
moving over his gills,
I must keep going,
or will perish 
without memory
flowing through my soul,
cleansing, taking me
back to who 
I was before.

7/1/12