The days flow backwards and forwards

The days flow backwards and forwards, An interchangeable loop of songs in reverse And mindless crashing ocean waves, Until I find myself in Berlin. Cold bones sitting on a bench. Poems that exist behind me and before me. I can’t see them all but they see me, Surround me like a piece of meat Flocked by seagulls On the shores, On the endless, empty shores, Forgotten and exhaled.