last night i assassinated

the song of myself

again. saw sorrow

in pooled raindrops.

i awoke to disbelief, relief.

in one of the two puddles was history

puddled ice was evident.

one puddle was history

one puddle was my own pooled

nightmare

from which i cannot awake.

Finnegan, Finnegan!

I can neither sleep nor forget thee!

Please neither forget nor remember me.