27 April 2015

Fugue State

Time displaced, lost memory
tried to think, came up empty
a voided day and a night
it didn't feel like a waste
had no remorse no hint of contrite
just echos of pleasure and pain interlaced
a sudden overload synapses ignite
though blinded still drawn into the light
I was no longer present, an absentee
so that person that tried to take a bite
who looked just like but wasn't me
seemed unpredictable wound too tight
heard he tried to eat your face
lost memory, time displaced

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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