fuzzy
After days of being sick
my head still fuzzy
from fighting off death
my memories
stored away in chests
destined for the great garbage dump of nature
I feel that I am not wholly here
in the shadows there is an opening
which if I climb through I'll appear
in a well-lit world parallel to my own: I do it
I'm in a clearing now, next to a brook,
in the center of a circle of rocks
someone had arranged long ago
anticipating my return
well I'm here now, your mythical creature
summoned and awaiting your appeal
but no one greets me
~
2014 - 2018