Read Write Image #16

May 21, 2009 at 6:07 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: how things have changed

I have no desire to change my past

No desire to know the future

I’m happy here, with both sides clear,

In a present white space I call nature.

I am happy to know, happy to know

That I don’t know where I’ve been

And I don’t know where I go.

I am happy to know, happy to know,

That all that exists, in the present subsists,

And when I wake tomorrow

It’s wiped clean like the memories of a dream

Again I am free in a clean white space.

Perhaps unlike me you wish to know

Perhaps unlike me you keep tabs on your past

And your future’s a place that currents and winds go

Perhaps unlike me you’re on a plateau

And amused by the rigid walls

That box you all sides on the main white stage.

Well, not me, not me,

I’m just happy alone with no past,

All alone in this space

No familiar face, to comfort and remind me

Nothing at all behind me and nothing in front

In a present that’s blunt

But that’s natural,

And the only real thing that I see.

I’m happy that way, but perhaps it’s just me,

I am happy you know, to not know,

Where I go, where I’ve been

And to wake every day to a slate that is clean

And all of my past just a dream, just a dream.

(Read Write Poem)

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