Feathers

Each thought is like a feather

Five million of them a day

weighing less than a pound

by the time my head hits the pillow.

And I sleep lightly tonight.

The elephant lifts gently off my chest

Circus headspace decorations

Hanging around inside my mind.

Like pockets full of dreamlands

and memories of my mother.

I'd like to wake up and remember

details from my ambient journey.

Little flickers that I find

vague and hazy remnants

negative exposures

from boxes in the basement.

Emotion packed in sepia

Forget the years I don't need.

Open about the fact

I'm afraid to remember

the early days.

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