Saturday, 8 October 2011

Through the Forgetful Fog

Memories strain
against the brain 
trying to swipe through 
the forgetful fog 
straight past drinking 
something deeper instead 
I want to try and find my childhood
buried in my head 
strike the age of innocence 
and the ease of disbelief 
no conscious of self
bright colours and wonder 
at everything around 
and seeing everything as giants
with eyes so near the ground. 

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