anastasi

she don't remember who she is or where she's at
she's only got this moment
it keeps eluding her, this moment
she's tried sneakin up on it
but it withers within her grasp
she tried, too, to call it forth
but it doesn't have a name
it doesn't want to be owned
she tried listening for it
it becomes silent in her ear
she's tried waiting for it
but things waited for never come

somebody told her part of her name
but she forgot it, so long ago
in her periphery she sees the nothingness of her life
how it washes by under her fading oak tree
the hammering never ceases
she wakes

her name is gone
what's left is this moment
crumbling
as soon as the light hits
and it is no more