Thursday, June 16, 2016

Trace The Lines


I try to trace the lines back

The night was dark
Purple
Without stars
Do you know what I mean?

My body was twisted
and formed of clay and pale powder.
Thrown into the air
and endless rolling hillsides.

I try to trace the lines back

Red and white lights
streaked below the bridge.
Veins that carry flesh, soul, meaning.
I peek out from a blanket of forgetfulness,
stretching from California to Arizona.
Catch the road, straight and black.
Look for a star.

I try to trace the lines back

Somebody was there
a mirror
just past the shabby brick building.
I dismissed the thought
Curious, slashing in the wind,
those elements tangled me in color,
leading me to desolate places
surrounded by water
and black carrion birds.

I try to trace the lines back

There was a fluttering hand
the ropes of my bondage cut into me
the sound of an animal.
I am carried home unto awakening
can see forever in every direction

I try to trace the lines back

I cannot remember
I cannot remember what I was
I cannot remember