where i go you cannot see or know, <br />because familiarity has lost its presence <br />or calm stature. <br /> <br />the letters of my name <br /> have all come undone, <br />falling along with the tones of your <br /> voice which lie broken on the floor <br />the pieces i do not recognize. <br /> <br /> the meaning of colors are no longer fruitful. <br /> the telling hours motion has stopped. <br /> <br />regardless has become my home. <br />the sanctuaries of my desire having <br />passed before me forgotten.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amnesia-10/
