Hidden Vestiges

Sitting alone one dayeverything in sight densely coveredin invisible shadows

Many thingsforgotten alreadyThese momentsare rarefor a person

Lovers’ facesveritably indistinctAll places in the memoryfloat in fog

Sometimesa desire to open one’s eyesto look outside

Perhaps at the edges of consciousnessthere really is sunlightlike bird wings

If there’s no soundone can always hearone’s own heartbeathollow,as ifthe bodydoesn’t actually exist

Could this beeternal death