Hazes and blurry certainties Dark letters circle my eyes, Forming a hedge around my face Beyond which I see

into the vast expanse of nothing. The letters move, squirming and drifting backwards As I try to take a closer look, Seeming to bid me come toward themI cant reach, For the closer I go, the farther they go, Round and round my eyes till Im dizzy. I wake, and there they are, circling, spelling, I try to make sense of the word, but noThey move in speedingly random forms, Or how random? I shudder at the thoughts of possible words, Wondering if Ill ever come close to knowing, Then I peer closer- there again I move farther from where I am,

And Im consciously unaware. I begin to ask, but I fearA part of me knows; nay The whole me knows, But Im swift to deny, swift to push back. For the very idea frightens me, I cringe at the thought Of what I am, what I do, The spelling of the letters, the spelling of me, From memories to presence, to A future of unknown distance. Yet I pray, that these letters fade quickly enough Into its vast emptiness, and I see into The fullness of what I should have been, Had the letters not formed. God speed, I pray me; God speed. Opeyemi 3/9/2011