hypergraphia

when all is said and done how

am i supposed to move forward, if i can only remember how it ended; the noise of a hospital hallway and praying. and that it's nothing, and i am supposed to just go home; go back to work.

but it's not that simple.

now gxd sits alone, underneath the freeway overpass waiting for the morning.

all of these ideas used to be dreams that i have forgotten how to have;

all of these paths are roads going forward just with a ramp and a rail where stairs were, where stars were.

i am sitting alone on the edge of the freeway overpass, searching for gxd. i am awake.