Abortive Poetry: Myosotis I
I flow around myself, and clinging memories erupt, cascading around silent clockwork. The river rolls, and bends, and turns upon itself, and leaves no trace of what I have forgotten. I rake the sandy grit of their passing, reach for the murky distance. the fleeting mind-fragment I know forever gone. And follow I the river-bed, to where the world and nothing meet Where smoky haze blows endless ways, upon an endless sea.
There nothing lies but doldrums mute, the clouds becalmed, the waters still. Though naught is lost, for all is known that must be had, yet -
fear arises, casts about, gyrating; claws my mind, bright talons screaming A dirge, a curse, of crises missed, of vanished bliss; shadows, of vital need.









