Deadlock from Good Grief by Muddy Suzuki

I can't remember what you said.
So many things just pass me by.
Could be a problem with my head,
or maybe with the air supply.
Imagination underfed.
It takes a while to realise -
I can't remember what you said,
and now I have to justify
reasons no longer recalled.
Moments chosen,
context frozen.

Try to be here and now,
aware somehow,
but the memories fade and die.
And who am I?

I can't remember where we've been.
Is this familiar or new?
Looks like I'm counting on you.
Though many times I have been told,
still everything is unresolved.
Sometimes it takes me to the wire -
cut to the quick and retire.
Stand-off.
Snowdrop.
Foregone deadlock.

Lost in a wilderness of aimlessness
and sensations unusual (delusional).
Try to be here and now,
aware somehow,
yet as I roam this hinterland,
don't understand
just how the world turns from ominous to meaningless,
and the memories fade and die.
And who am I?

(Foregone deadlock)

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