THE DAY THE I DISSOLVED

THE DAY THE I DISSOLVED

seemingly weightless

memories weigh in tons

and terabytes

how fascinating; these memories

with their flashing images

and useless recalls

cast their shadows

pixelated to bits and pieces 

on replay; blast their noises

nailed to nothingness

no attachments; no strings

says the I; high on its I-ness

online

on queue

on a waiting list

on death-row

on the edge

in the know

terrified of a future

yet non-existent; unknown

forever fretting; unable to figure

when the unknown is

the only way out; exit

from nowhere; to here

there and then

the I jumped

unlearned the habit; of repeating

spreading its arms

as light as a feather

shed its memories; thereafter

like dust; in desert winds

shattered itself

in open spaces

only to discover an old self

childlike in reflection; playing with sand

dissolved in a glass under itself; upon a shelf

Gabriel Guangul

1 May 2015