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.”