Look ahead but close your eyes, the view is blurred from your Hand with the Reflecting Sphere 

Couldn’t face the face in the water, and the crows feet that stretched from ear to ear 

I don’t notice when the sun moves but it still pours through my window,

a memory in the present, persistent*

I don't like to think about what it’d all mean, years from now, 

but sometimes i get so nervous i need to plan for a trip i’ll never go on, when i never skip town

i’ll never get used to the growing pains

a forever rotting body, like Europe after the Rain 

One day i’ll never get to go home again

the doors a different color now and i’ll just pass by

a sad old memory of the rest of my life 

one day i’ll get to be alone, Everywhere at the End of Time

going to bed Without Hope

to the tune of Ingres’s violin

i recall things from my memory 

The Treachery of Images in my brain

Pavlov and obedient the same routines for years. 

the sun dial casting shadows on my fears.

so jet-set to leave this sanctuary, emotionally ambivalent, so distant, so dear

i don’t like listening to the radio, i never know what song is coming next

i feel sick and my hair is black and grey like the Guernica

a surreal work of art you can’t quite look away from, a book devoid of text

*The Persistence of Memory