on the Edge of memory
closing my eyes in the black
I count the bright dust spread
across the inside of my eyelids
that recollection of night sky
manifested by what? cappalaries
or retinal lightning storms, a
charybdis arising from grey matter
challenging my thoughts, me desires
my memory of olden times that
I’d sooner forget
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That image of “that recollection of night sky/manifested by what? cappalaries…” is really strong and relatable and the title and end all come together impactfully
Thanks Shaun! Means a lot … although I mistyped capillaries 🙂 and it should be my instead of me. Came from a tired night and thinking just how do we remember things. Still gotta proof better, lol.