A poem | March 2024
your mind disintegrates
you’ve lost control
of your bodily functions
you cling to the wreckage of your mind
you’re living with dementia
advanced dementia
your ego’s shattered
let it go
you’re accidentally Zen
a thread survives, the thread
your core being
you breathe, it answers
follow the guide
follow your breath
let go of the wreckage for a while
float a while
in the ocean of bliss
and forget the forgetting
Hugo Brucciani | 2021
Editor’s note: In a rare interview, Brucciani said he got the idea for this poem from his haphazard hippie studies of Eastern mysticism. “If we’re not our minds or our memories, it should be OK to lose them.”
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