I often forget what I’ve done
In the white heat of my blinded needs
I clutch for words and images
And try to maintain feelings
I soar out over placid coats of reality
Vaguely landing on a plane of thought
Somewhere between fear and childlike hope
And when at last I awake in a blundered stupor
Fast alive on solid ground
The token tolls and reverb-ed phrases ache
I remember feeling the pits and heights of
Love and despair
I remember love
I remember despair
But in the memory it is less dense
And soon it fades away
Back into oblivion
Here I am
I am here
Where was I?
Where have I been?
And how soon can I go back?