IN TRANCE

Unto all the follies

I lived by

unto all imaginings,

unthought-of, felt,

through the rummages of

edifices I've built—

hundreds of which I pictured

to be much more than

what I am.

For the meanings

I conjure

to justify my being,

all the places I've never been

in to.

I long to go,

all in one piece,

until I've reached myself.

That which fades

as the sound of the piano

silences,

the noise of the memories

mutes my indifference.

I have been a child,

and unto my mind are remembrances

of memories I do not own.

A life from another world,

a mind from another being.

I shift unto

a non-existent me,

dreary of all possibilities.