terminal

one morning
you’ll find yourself
a parallel reality

unnoticeably at first;
a subtle change in the way the dust
writes its stories in the air

[ of sunlight, and the time it
orbited interstellar space – ]
the way all memory

is slightly, unnoticeably altered,
or fades into night
[ food for the monsters ]

until, slowly, over time
those thoughts are to become
someone else’s ...