spinning

the fan spins slowly
with each swelling breeze
my mind clicks through frames
of 8mm film losing its track
sunlight cuts along the wall
memory reaches back
trying desperately to hold
what it feels

revealing myself
in perceptions of others
decaying slowly
into what I pretend to be
my soul got lost
many lifetimes past
and now spins in the wind
calling out in my sleep
for me

let all the tears you cry
fill your heart with love
beating softly for your soul
stealing time
faces appear
stepping out of dark hallways
tapping on my shoulder
gazing into my eyes
behind me inside me
it hides