Where do they keep letters lost,
words and thoughts so quickly
abandoned to unseen mists?
I peer out at the horizon
as stars rise and fall,
through all the yesternights and days,
ten thousand faded Polaroids
that glimmer and fade at once.
And in this ebbing darkness
the mind shows its cracks and tribunes
as life leeches out, through
this labyrinth of history.
Try to keep it steady but one river
leads on or cuts through the next
like a tidal wave of unstill life
your mind will never tame.