Unfinished memories- vacuum In the space that exists between the door and meThe hallway, are a thousand

and one ghosts, All of them memories of past lives passedReincarnation into the present form of me, And I kiss the shadows that form before my eyes. Then I tell myself, my friend, that I have a debt to pay to me, I Make me eat my debt, ever subject to myself, My own slave to my own lusts. But then I remember, that I am my own mirror, And Im the sole killer of myself; By me I suck the air off my lungs, Trapping me in a vacuum in me made by me. But Ill pay, this I promise me, And Ill be the death of you, Or that part which wants me deadI want me dead, and I dont want to die,

So youll die first, and when Im rid of you, Ill die next, Dead to all that Id lied to me, Perhaps Ill wake to what Id feared all time, What had killed me in the beginning, Perhaps then, this vacuum will clear out, Nothing giving way to eternity, Then Ill breathe freely for the first time, But with one eye out Watching to be sure I dont wake Opeyemi 28/7/2012