redux

There is a hole in the sky
where i come thru
the clouds just spread and there i am.
It was so easy to excavate the self
from bleary light and mindless color.
Now I lie in bed wondering
whose facts are these that surround me like logs
and why can't i remember
anything that happens under this net of skin.
i guess, tho, who would
remember the trundling postures
that flounder beneath daylight, ruptured by a toothy decay.
i prefer to know the grim kiss of barriers
as i jump blindly from them.