cleansing
12.14.99

cle [anse] me
from the visions that haunt me
in a nocturnal haze
Cob[webs] glisten
inside my mind, sticky with liquid thoughts,
where the spider memories crawl
through my brain.
They evoke a storm of images,
images I don't want to see.
Trans[ported]
back in time
walking amongst your thoughts,
your feelings, your light.
I can reach out and touch it
but I know it's just a vision,
that it really isn't you.
Hol [ding] out my hand,
reaching for you,
yet never being in your presence
ever again.
cle [anse] me
of all memories of you,
every moment, every day,
and when it's done,
I will not remember.
It will be a dream, captured by
my unconscious mind and released
into the night, never to return again.


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