Category Archives: poem, poetry, consciousness, philosophy

WHOLLY FORGET

optical illusion

delusion
allusion

noise in every act of communication
guitar feedback
reaching
  crescendo

and now you tell me
I am twisted like a Mobius
pretzel

    me is that strain of
consciousness
that gets
filtered out

so many roles just
one actor

best in concentrating
of this taxing script

the other roles be
the ones to wholly forget