Hold

 

Hold

Hold on

Hold on to that thought

No, not that one

The one you just had

It is gone now

Quick

Go back and get it

Before it is too late

For what I do not know

It is all so transitory

And elusive

Like trying

To inhale your last exhale

That must be it

Breathe

Remember to breathe

Remember to breathe

 

Where this should have stopped

 

How come

The voice in your head

That is reading this to you

Never has to clear its throat

Or even has

A throat to clear

Yet can

Whiss perrr

Without a breath

SCREAM in silence

Understand without knowing

Argue without any facts

 

 

All this

Because my supposed

Deep subconscious

Revealed a brilliant

Oxymoron

To which did not

Jot down immediately

Therefore it disappeared

Or did not exist

In the first place

 

Shit