I walked into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and realised that the reason my face felt odd was that half of it had simply stopped moving. The eye on that side would not blink, that side of my mouth would not smile or frown or anything. I was petrified. Was I having a stroke?…
Lost myself somewhere Dropped while I was out walking Or maybe in the supermarket Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood Lost: one identity Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched But here’s the problem I’m not sure I’d recognize myself If I was returned to me What am I under the trappings of learning…
Think of me as if I had your name With no part of me there Think me an extension of you An arm, maybe, or leg A vague appendage existing Just for your consideration I reflect you, complete you Exist for you My essence is subsumed by you Think of me as I disappear into…
Eclectic Assemblage 