tom taylor

memory stream

visitors from the all night movie come and go
inside my boundaries, last from my almost-child
buried in a past I fled so long ago it’s different
from what’s closing in on the now and then

my own journeys have an underground quality
a subterranean chthonic history not unlike that
of worms or other burrowing things I met along
the way in the spirit world all the same figures

no blame attaches finally to the unattached and
I recall ‘no resistances are met where no claims
are put forward’ and so I continue my long slide
into a new now as if these image events weren’t