The past returns to blind me

the trip trip trip of time

 

sees me through.

 

I have no eyes to heal me

& the light diffused through trauma tree

 

lays heavy on the branch

of might have been.

 

You glory in your bat cave

laughing at the debris

 

strewn across the years.

 

The blind lead the blind

too easily:

 

back into the recess

of our bad dream.

 

But something’s set me free

slowly slowly slowly  see

 

I slough the skin of memory

to discover I am free.