last night i assassinated
the song of myself
again. saw sorrow
in pooled raindrops.
i awoke to disbelief, relief.
in one of the two puddles was history
puddled ice was evident.
one puddle was history
one puddle was my own pooled
nightmare
from which i cannot awake.
Finnegan, Finnegan!
I can neither sleep nor forget thee!
Please neither forget nor remember me.
