This lingering, faint recollection of feeling
I banish from sight
As the dark
Does the light
And the happy and sad
Are but furnace nerves steeling
To iron-blood boiling
Tranquility cauldrons
Concocting this needless emotional state
From the mental blockades
Playing games
With perception
And dulling my sharpest instincts
On reflection

All manner of new information is ancient
I can not recall
Where my dinosaur days went
Just pay spent in dazes of hazy tomorrow’s
And mazes of ways
I can’t save them
To suffer
The sorrow beseeching
The preacher,
The teacher,
The savior,
The seeker
The rebel warmongering silent peacekeeper
The down in the deeper last breadths
Of the depths,
Leave him gasping for breath
Now he’s choking to death

On the fact and the fictions
In non-fiction sections,
Contra-contradictions
In history lessons
And ghosts
Of his former past selves
He dispels
But forgets how to spell
The most simple of tasks,
When a jack of all trades
Is the crack in his back,
And the flash-backing
Visions
Are worlds far away,
Yet still do they elude him?
Is anyone’s guess
For he knows nothing less,
Nothing more,
Nothing true,
Just knows all of the lies
His eyes see
Right on through