Consciousness is what is on my mind
But it slips hers.
“Can you prove that you are aware”
The ultimate filter.
Is pain all in your head
Nocireceptors are a part
Though not for a broken heart
Until it is the last thread
Brain as sharp as the needle
She would use to knit me scarves
Soul as beautiful
As a tapestry of good deeds and scars
Pain pricking your heart
Relief was a start, at a price
Because you confuse words
You confuse worlds
You spin tales of hope
You always have
In all my thoughts I see your face
In all my memories, always a trace
Consciousness, you messy old thing
Unlike your pawns
You are not all or nothing
You are a hazy mist
Just like that you appear
And reappear like sirens-
No, like a ship emerging out of the mist
I signal to you like a lighthouse
Flickers of hope
Between the holes of my knitted scarf
Emerging, congealing, fading
In our understanding, in ourselves
Like sand in my hands you slip away
Like sand in an hourglass, please stay.