there I was, sat on a bench
outside the science museum
head back, soaking up the golden light,
tryna figure out the science to life
to this mixed up mind
-what da feck am I doing here?-
there I was, at the museum at night
consumed by darkness, real and erudite
connecting to dippy,
wondering whether that trippy
dream was a premonition?
a stifling repetition: of the past
-what da feck am I doing here?-
there I was, watching the sunset
from the top of the darwin centre
wishing never to re-enter
this place, wishing I could erase
it from my memory.
it from my memory.
-what da feck am I doing here?-
a long week
longer than most
expected closure:
superimposed
it's over
it's over
-this is letting go-
-this is letting go-
-this is me
letting you know-
you're never going to see me again
