I cannot remember how I was
Before. Or if I was at all. I
Wonder if the world was larger,
Smaller, defined or a haze. Or
If it was a world at all. Yesterday,
Before the change, seems a millennia
Ago, so far that it has vanished,
Cannot influence the now at all.
I have been trapped like this forever
And my trap has become myself. I
Wait and scheme my time away
Like some hoarder of fantasy prizes
Which me, the monster lurking in its
Cave, thinks are real, are genuine.
There is no time for me, n...
Published on February 26, 2013 14:36