As words fly round the room and you pretend
To see them although you know you really don't —
And dreams encircle the Invisible —
And old ideas arise from Nowhere to
Remind you that others Are — and you look
For a clue to enlighten you — but all there
Is is darkness — darkness you can almost
Feel... you do remember Something — vaguely.
It seems about a thousand years ago that
You learned all about the important things —
The things that mean Something — even in a
World that has gotten lost... And what you came
To understand is that there Is more and even
When it is forgotten it Is. Still. Here.