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