Wiping the Mind Clean

He awoke as if being born and with each sleep he died
His perpetual life existed in the blink of an eye
In his world time stood still
Dust never gathered
Trees never aged
Polythene models where his mind was caged
Wood never splintered
Paint never cracked
Homes forever appearing reassuringly intact
A veil of black hid the world
Obscuring the thoughts from his prison cell
He was trapped in a paper bag
Suffocating from cellophane
His memory teasingly just out of reach
Fingertips clasping his sanity
These words echoing through his mental sieve
‘Remember to remember is to live’