Artifacts

Artifacts litter my consciousness
I travel incoherently amongst them
Brushing against their imperfections
I return my gaze to a prominent point

From here I can see a past
That forms a future proof memory
I am enclosed within my feelings on the matter
And my disorientation begins

But back to my artifacts
Their littering is just too messy
I need a good bin wagon
To tidy this expanse up

I am all I have experienced
Minus the pieces I can't seem to remember
The spinning memories
Shatter into more artifacts and I...