Memory

Forgotten

Remembered

Digitised and displayed

Memory is a false construct

And I still don’t remember

A shadow in the background of the background

Flicks a switch and changes the world

And the background disappears

On this day

This empty day

this hungry heady lazy day

While tomorrow sleeps in the arms of forever

Yesterday blows in through the kitchen door

With the dust and the gloom

Melded into mechanical minds

The past whispers into the present

The now that defines this day

Of all days

The voice is faint as whispers will

But calls across the endless years

Calls out the game

And reminds

Time is the imagination

of the self constrained

Memory is a false construct

Memory is a dark reflection

In the broken glass

And still,

I don't remember.