am I

In the
brightlight
skies of your mind,

perched
highly upon
fleecedown pillows?

Or
perhaps,

there’s a possibility,


am I in the
shadowscum


nospaces
occupied by maggots


feasting on
bloated, decomposing
imaginings?

thoughts better left





in the rubble
of yesterday,
not present


(or did you lose
me there,
something pulling your webs







strands
of thought, memory.
Knowing
you’ve lost your




goldsilverplatinum
in the slums of your forgetful mind?

but maybe im just
being too hopeful.)




how highly
do you place me?


(at all?)
anything?


nothing?



everything?
please,

just be up front
with me

let me see the
tangled

streets of your
brain, see how

bold
my name is on your


mindmaps.