February 5, 2017

Lacunae


My fleeting dreams

abandon me

on some forgotten isle,

in darkness,

where I try to remember

exactly who I am,

forever mouthing clues

to the secret

of my life.

My lacunae

are impossible to fill,

black-holed shadows

without bottom.

We travel

into a night

filled with stars,

eternity flooding the space

behind my eyes,

consciousness suspect,

overrated, memory a thing

I'll do without,

somehow.