Monday, February 16, 2015


To me, it wasn't
a hypothetical,
experiment of
armchair sitting

a dormant body
and rapid eyes with
covers high
and darkness swells

I was in a mirror
somewhere past
the sign for then -
a place only where
memory can fathom

It was a matter of 
mere mathematics

May you rest in peace - 
you umbra of happiness - 
you tempting end-in-yourself

Plug me in, Mr. Nozick - 
let me float in nothingness
while I experience her love again

That's what I thought - 
that's what I feared - 
prostrated there 
in night sweats

The darkness satisfied
like water at the end
of a desert quest:

Blackness like a blooming
fruit was the beginning of
that memory once realized