Grandmother of the heights

this then is

the panic that wakens me in the early hours of every morning

as in the dark I travel the depths of my

mind

trying to re

member

as he speaks to me in my sleep

I panic as I wake, knowing that I can only rely on my own stories

in those interstices

where he could fill in the details

I must try to re

member

who can fill these details

I re

member

not…