Memory Play

I wish to live a life without
Photographs. I wish to
Lie among the white sheets
Of nude.
I wish to drown
Softly, under languid evening
Skies, alone among the
Rumbling seas, alone
Among those roaring waves
Of the black night.
I wish to contemplate
My back resting
Against the ache of the chair,
In my old house. The absence
Of anything.
And shut my eyes
to the hum of an ever-widening
Memory.