You Will Remember This
Work on your lucid dreaming for a year,
Maybe a decade, discard senseless fear,
Engage with spirits, haunt yourself and fret,
Consult the stars, pretend we never met,
Nothing will change; that much at least is clear.
You’re hoping, but no light is waiting here
For you or anyone. Not now. Not yet.
As for myself, I never could recall
The past, or any of those memories
You can’t expunge. You know the names of trees;
I barely know my own name. I’m in thrall
To dancing lights, shadows, the panther’s call,
And wakefulness. Night is a time of ease.