Thoughts on Hearing Oblivion (performed with modern instruments)

Greying,

Black then open again,

Less,

Earl Grey cooling on the table,

Less heat,

Fingers shift amongst themselves uncertainly,

Or like some childish drum beat,

Then black,

Filling with bits of home,

People faces fires places ridges the sea-

Foam white and blue.

But black,

Not thick,

All of this pulls back,

Was never here with me here,

Me?

Here?

In a thin film of abandon.

Me?

If I still had my ears I would listen for your heartbeat.