Mind full
of splintered memories.
Head choked
with slivered thought.
Words unformed,
pictures never fully drawn,
but faces appear
from deep in the storm.
Spaces I've peered into,
places I've been, or will
when the wind
has finally blown through
and the air is still.
Brain a mess
of haven't happened yets,
combined with moments
of happiness,
caught
like butterflies in nets.
The way a wing beat
can replay
a faded memory
and a heartbeat
can scare
the demons away.
On my brainwaves
surfing
the liquid waterways
of my memories,
are the still to comes,
the been and gones.
The yet to happens,
and the wish they hadn'ts.
Every moment of my past,
and some of my future too.
All bubbling together
like some maddening brain stew.
Through every pulse,
every twitch,
of my synaptic contacts,
an itch.
On the very thoughts,
a shimmer,
a glare,
A whisper echoes
in the way
they all sit there.
These memories,
of what has and will be,
These pictures
of old and new me.
Not complete.
Faded lines etched,
not shaded,
just hastily sketched.
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