Apparently I wrote this last night?
Okay, so I write a lot of poetry, and sometimes I will forget I wrote something and then find it on my computer and be confused for about two seconds before I remember I wrote it the night before. I just found this… I guess you could call it a poem, which Microsoft Word is telling me I created last night. I have no memory of this. There is only one line that I have a vague recollection of writing: “The pastoral muscle/of your epiphany.” But dont ask me what the hell it means.
Has anyone else ever experienced this? It happens to me all the time, to a lesser extent. Often I will do or say or text something and have NO memory of it a minute or day or week later (but it is usually a very small thing). And not only will I have no memory of it, but it will not seem like a thing I would say/write/do and I have trouble understanding the reasoning behind it. The scariest part is I probably do this more often than I know of, because these are only instances where I am reminded of the forgotten words or deeds because someone tells me about it or I saved it in a file.
Anyways, here is crazy black-out poetry (not literally, that I would understand.)
Newly blue like royal tulips
Those cheeks sourly widen
Into an open expression of tell-all tisk-tisk
As if you were my mother.
How clearly the happiness spreads
Through each state of my mind,
A few vines continuing on
Through my body.
Youth has little to do with roses,
And yet I find
In my delicate years
I can lean over them,
Can direct my body more
Like a sailboat than a church.
How complex, how intricate,
How white and stale, inanimate
The pastoral muscle
Of your epiphany,
My breasts some trick, pursuit
A legacy.
How can we ever
Be advised
To love unconditionally?
To ride out the wind?
