EXILE

  

1.

Permitted

one day:

 

collect things

be beyond border

or else.

 

2.

A broken circle

closes behind me.

 

I spin-off

indefinitely,

absent gravity.

 

3.

 

My memories

disserve me—I must leave that life

behind

 

again and again;

again and again.

 

4.

 

I see familiar forms.

I think I am home—

I slip

into an abysmal zone—

I gaze into a labyrinth of memory, 

sink into a haze

of yesterday’s today.

 

5.

 

I did not abandon

your memory.

It might return.