within my understanding
there’s a lot that I don’t know
some clouded
recollection
of a time before I passed
glimmering existence
to others (might have been)
aware the circumstance
of my condition
differences made clearer
by lessons fated there
and where I was –
e’en now
I can’t recall
what I knew
of other worlds – I knew
I didn’t know
poppies swirled in lavender
and steel
was there before
I turned again
and noticed I was gone
forgotten now the taste
that was my name