am still here.
After the sun went out
there were riots,
appeals for calm.
Now everyone has gone
and i am still here
with no direction.
Even my footsteps are silent.
My feet cannot tell
if they walk on grass or concrete.
I stretch my arm,
and there is nothing to touch.

My memories are fading.
The faces of friends have disappeared.
I remember sunlight,
at least I remember
it was something valuable,
but I cannot remember what
valuable means.
Was grass valuable?
The world has been smoothed:
I am standing on an egg.
The folds of my brain have been smoothed:
my brain is an egg.

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