Repressed

Something there Something more than cherubim And flaming sword Something locking out memory My passage and right To travel backward in space virtually And in time I remember the harsh hand Some old machete, or knife Or rudimentary tool of a carpenter And my overwhelming fear of amputation Only tears cooled the hotness of my heart I remember, but never conferred for confirmation Who else would know I have so late the courage confront The irregularities of my life And too late now, since mother left awhile now too I know nothing about where she is gone Telling me life can just get up And become inanimate again without reason Does not explain to me how I got here Or why a random inanimate chose to be me O but I want to go back for more petty reasons I just to remember from the beginning So I can understand Why it is so inevitable, the way we end My love yawning like a flapping door.