Last night I had a proper existential nightmare. I went for a walk but the landscape started to change, and I felt confused and frightened. So I decided to ask the name of this strange place, thinking to get a bus back. Nobody would tell me and I’d forgotten where I came from. Worse still, I didn’t know who I was.
At some point I realised it was a dream and woke up with a horrible feeling of being hollowed out. But at least I got this poem.
There’s a black hole in my heart
I’m a golem with the scroll
missing, bare oblate spheroid
mourning for its atmosphere.
Waking up, my name feels strange
who I am a fantasy
my brain whistling in the dark.