Psyche
 
The night is come, memories
Of a day replay
In slow motion---mistakes made,
Harsh words said, actions undone.
Thoughts are lost in such pictures,
Impotence against tide of life.
 
I remember only to forget
That I regret always
When I remember foibles,
Peccadilloes amassing into sins
Used as evidence against character
And I always thought they did not matter.
 
The night is come, short stories
Of a misused day,
Abused or unused---a mind will wade
Into streams of consciousness, condone
Fallacies of other folks’ lectures
Into states of inner strife.
 
I forget when I remember
Because I dismember truth
From matters I wish to forget
Or blot with amnesia’s white-out.
Humanity heads the prosecution
Of good & bad, sanity & confusion.
 
The night is come, life marries
A bride called Pray!
This matrimony causes a raid
Of cup-boarded skeletons, man
In varying states of fractures
Caused by hidden blows and knifes.
 
I remember, I forget I
Cannot cherry-pick moments.
The bitter and the better marinate
Into definition of existence---
Naked man on a beach of millions,
Needled by googol of opinions.