What is sleep in the end, but another way to forget? And why would you? Why would you forget any of it? You have marked the world with your memory. Written stories of your experience as though the story might explain it.
My screaming heart. Help. My screaming heart.
You are only your breath. Helium. You are alight. Alight.
Don’t let sleep come. Don’t forget anything.
4 thoughts on “Dawn”
“You have marked the world with your memory.”
I like this. I like it a lot. I like the whole post. As much as it’s rather unsettling…I like it.
Thanks, Rebecca. It made me feel better too.
I thought of you at dawn.It’s such a peaceful time… pregnant with potential – a deep breath before chaos.
Saundra, you’re comforting.