Memory Activity

At a certain age when memory activity Reminds me of a dream I never had Absolutely nothing happens That hasn't happened many times I come again, but only to forget myself More reliably than usual And there's another me, just like the same Writing something, to the amazement of an old man Who sits waiting for the train at the station To fall asleep in the compartment. The air can’t wait for a Friday declarationn of love In marble hotels and fireside chairs It's time to sneeze out some emotion To cough it up, to blow out All that accumulated inside over the years That's boiled there and cooled down And then it gurgled again one night So comes the expected thunder, the lightning zigzags Break the sky, releasing the overflowing downpour And the dry silence crumbles, and the rubbish Floats calmly from nowhere to nothing. The slamming of doors, and a quick chat Where it's impossible to make out a word But that’s for the best In the Leibnizian worldview