I am one atom rattling in empty space,
Shackled to the dreamt up railings of non existent
Thoughts or the adjective grey,
I have climbed into this vacancy
With as much safety as sleeping
Behind mosquito nets
Whilst the rest of the world
Tries to creep in, awake, at the edges.
Leaves open and fall under and within
The surrounds of time,
Bronzing at the corners of the mouth
Of their own moments,
It is both delicate and magnificent,
It is reigned over by a yellow sun
It stretches out beyond division,
Linear and shallow,
Yet it is deepened
Just with the breath of this thought
Which may become a memory,
Eventually and imperceptibly,
And it will turn a different colour
As if time and memory
Were shades of blue or green,
These perceptions are held tightly,
Tied like men to masts,
I am atomic
And there is the ghostly objectivity
Of forgetfulness
Yet still, these moments remain.
