I forget to reach and nearly touch
what I must always keep a few millimetres away from
So much boredom chews my edges
as the scream builds
boiling like tar from my centre
surviving
and breathing
a few more bursts
before I run out of myself
silver lines
pour through electronic time
and reach me in the room
that I've been calling "mine"
I wonder if I am still here
once your words arrive
how was it possible to forget what I once knew?
open eyes are closed again
as years gave me an amnesiac mask
behind which I hope the truth still hides
29-April-2014 LEF
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