Moving through, a weird haze at my peripherals,
Walking on, something beyond the literal;
A house, a street, a city block unrecognized,
But squinting and forcing the brain, it's realized.
How is this? Something surreal,
Traipsing through a sharpened memory of the uncongealed;
Walking in reverse, again I sway,
Am I seeing the present, tomorrow or yesterday?
I stand resolute, a man in focus,
But the caliber of my vision feels hopeless;
This soldier's body, in full inform is nothing but beauty,
But my cloudy brain can no longer remember my duty.
