Memory –
Its so vast
Deep oceans of voices
Tapering off to separate compartments
Of silence –
Together in separateness we cross
The darkness at dislocated speeds
(a cough from here & there among the
silent passengers – coughs of blood & sickness)
The engine accelerates in thunder
And flesh makes love to steel...
Some of us –
Lost in vacant pools of thunder
While others –
The past expels me, repels me...