Fugue

Just based on the experience of sitting in the back of a taxi on my way home after a long day and closing my eyes...

I close my eyes.

The grey angel settles on my shoulder

And I become one with the dark matter.

I breathe in the blunt oblivion.

The grey angel enfolds me in wings of amnesia

The white noise rising around me

Tranquilizing.

The grey angel sings his song of Lethe.

And for the moment and for aeons

I become abstract.

I atone with the grey angel.

I cease.

Author's Note

The grey angel is an image which seems to be more and more in my consciousness and imagination