Sometime, Somewhere

Sometime, Somewhere
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The memories come back in pairs, like siamese twins who must be separated even though one will die. I let the remains of my heart decide what stays and goes. I let the book in my lap read me, watch me, excavate me. Am I good? Am I bad? Am I real? Am I me? I watch the the movie in my mind wind through my head like an empty carousel. My life is untitled, the narrative makes no sense again, but sometimes I catch glimpses of moments indescribable. Nobody wants infinity. Nobody wants forever. All they want is indescribable.