Stained glass memory

...and from that instant, I was rendered use-

less but I kept displacing air around

me like a restless bullet with no mark;

Some moments are encased in glass upon

eye level shelves, in mind, wholly preserved.

frequently visited, those hallowed halls,

when opening my eyes, I always think:
"how will I ever see the world again?"

without that memory tainting every sight

without that vision blurring solid lines

making them bleed together, every piece

of me, glued now by blood and tears congealed

and this is how I walk now, how I breathe

how beats the heart that will not let you go

each day a slow unwilling waking dream

that must be felt and numbed and felt again.

-1/17/09

-XOXO,