June 25 2004

Breathe now for tomorrow the world will end
and when it comes you will no longer have
any use for breath nor air.

Walk now for tomorrow the earth will crumble
at your feet and there will be no sand to
carry your footsteps and soil to remember
your footprints.

Look now yonder for tomorrow the horizon will
fall into nothing until all but blackness
covers what used to be the skies.

Listen now to the whispers for tomorrow there
will be nothing but thunder and flurry until
finally deafening silence falls to your ears.

Touch now the smooth and rough edges of these
rocks for tomorrow there will only be emptiness
and the cold wind of nothingness.

Sleep now so tomorrow you will not have to wake
but if you do, pray wish that this all be but
a dream.


Unmemory

Remind me not to look back at my memories but
that I read them as if they were not my own.

I fear they will only bring me sadness when I
reminisce and regret if I remember.

Too many days have fleetingly passed before
my eyes and too many days have been left
unremembered.

I do not know what to make of this life construed
upon the fragile edges of my memories.

A life built on ruins and rubble, too many and
too undone, too brittle, the puzzle has not begun.