Assimilation

I get older, and if I walk after sitting for too long,

my knee sings a funeral song.

I’ve lost weight, because I eat less,

and I am more often a warrior in dreams

than a winged being.

I want to go deeper than the spot where Newton shakes his head in frustration.

I want to travel to the collapse of the wave function,

let my mind dissipate and moonwalk backwards…

I remember how it was cloudy gray yesterday.

I buy water at a gas station, and now am walking south.

The wind cries and howls over the mouth of my bottle-

it might be the echo lamentations of an old spirit who was trapped inside,

or I may have drunk him already.

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