The word of God was too short to comprehend
I forgot it when He told me and yet
Yet I ask for reiteration
I think I am changing
I have not quite set
But the word the spews forth
From my mouth or another
As though I was my own mother
For the creation of myself is my task to bear
I swear
I am told once more, that word from before
But as it comes in
It escapes out that door
The one that says entrance in bright shiny lights
A pathway to somewhere
That I must forget
Not by choice but by reason
It is not my place
So it is not my mind.
Again I awake in a numb aching stupour,
My memories lost in a vacuum
Disaster
I strike again, or my mind says I do
What am I doing when I only know later that I did?
Nobody falls victim
No body is found
I thank God and He says something
I think
I think and I think
But God does not speak
It was not His voice
Nor his mind
Nor his anything
I woke, I spoke, and I mistook my mind for another
But nothing is new
Not this or the next
Not the last or the first
I awake
But I was not asleep
This time from a thought or a feeling
I snap out of one world into the other
Travelling a mind
Meeting my brother
A variation of myself
On a closely linked path
Street lights are waking
The world is readying for the end
Of a day
I am alive
This, a thought I believe
This, a world that cares less every day
This, another dip outside reality.
For now.
- Shaun Berge Donald
