woodlands scorch’d to ash beasts ambush’d to annihilation compost’d soil somehow be brought abed of newer but divergent woods of newer but divergent beasts of future vigilant scientific eyes
with purpose I enter a room only to ask myself “Why?” standing… looking around… struggling for the reason— only to retreat backwards retracing my mind’s steps to the nearest beginning— and after a while something reminds me of my original task and I bear for it aggressively thinking only of it till it’s done
it happens more now
I see a face in my head someone familiar… or famous whom I’ve seen hundreds of times— I should know her… or him— I do recognize them but what were their names? A…B…C… all the way to Z sometimes helps but not this moment— I loathe to use th’ internet but surrender to it… find my answer… then repeat as many names to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts
it happens more now
I must practice…practice…practice like keeping post-its for brain waves that I might fail less in the coming tomorrows