Out of Your Mind
August 20, 2013 6 Comments
No awareness of the Other. This is not
a song of myself, this is the song of
failure. You can still see some stars in
this city. Then memories crash into
your mind of you out of your mind half naked
and horizontal staring wide-eyed into
an almost empty sky.
Your perception of those stars and of yourself.
You’d have to travel into the past
in order to fully understand
the embodiment of the body.
Memories would be brighter
if the city of your mind was not
polluted. Although they still wouldn’t be.
In this wilderness the descent will be
unknowable, and the depth might well be