Opening eyelids marks no change,
and I can’t remember
which way to the bathroom.
Total blackness. How did I get here,
where is the door?
Ask silence, am I alone here?
In blankness search for trails to follow
back to where I am.
To who I am.
And I can’t remember my name.

Dhaka 2015

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