Here it removes the timely curtain,
Humidity and pollinated nights
Scream to me that which I
Was only guessing at some four years ago.
There's a date on the calendar and
Someday very soon I will know it, it'll be written down and repeating in my skull
It was fun to always see it as "sometime down the road" but that can only last so long before
I'm transported to the Eastern Ghats and
Colorful burning daydream where I am speaking some of a language I can't decipher yet.
Before I'm in my own skin breathing a room I didn't know the gravity of back then.
Maybe I don't even now!
Before becomes after
and slowly my clothes grow more fitting and I am regularely getting my hair cut at a barbershop in a town I didn't know the name of until a few weeks ago, how could I?
After the landing and
After the cigarettes and heartbeats and heartbreaks and excessive drinking in short spurs, after various names and addresses and distinguishable time.
After it and that and all which else was to be or wasn't or couldn't be
I?
Soon to be determined,
Committed to a memory on a cavern wall.