I tread through the mist of my past

in my mind.

Images begin to blur, bouncing

through my head like bayonets.

The insides,

slice and seep.

 

Oblivion is the matter my memories grow

from, like a fresh mind newly formed,

promptly pushed into the universe.

Any notion of what lay before

burned up in the ballistic chaos of entering.

 

Childhood a sightless struggle.

What are grapes.

Why can’t I pull together a full visit

at the public pool.

Playground plastic hidden under my stuffed animals.

 

Nothingness encompasses all,

like a streetlight

everything is poisoned with a flattering filter,

the burn of excitement that that light ignites. 

No one owns you now,

not even yourself.

 

The oblivion continues,

moments crystallize in the wrong pattern.

I see nothing I remember.