A Thing Forgotten

The landscape seems foreign,

I lie beneath an endless ocean

in search of you.

The pale aquas of the sky

are erased and displaced

within the sphere.

I lay self-obsessed

upon the golden armchair,

and watch the strands of hair

travel upwards.

It feels like I am forgetting

something intensely important,

I am rushing towards

a past that feels so unfamiliar.

The room was warm,

once,

though it grows colder now,

and paler.

There is no light left

with which to consider your portrait,

and there is no time left

to reconsider

this new life-

it is as if,

I have opened my eyes

only to close them

seconds later-

it is as if,

I have forgotten why I awoke,

I have dispersed

and thoughts have all

failed-

and I fall asleep again,

within the embryo.