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