Long forgotten hours

The long forgotten hours said to me today,
"Long forgotten as I am, here I stand again."
As I wonder at the queer shape of it,
"Oh, how you've grown!"
And yet never quite out of its measurements, not just yet.
The long forgotten hours stood and stared
And opened its mouth, the dripping white water
Steaming as it does, flowing
Surrounded me, and then, quite happily
It ate me up and finished me
Rumbling with me inside its acid sack
The long forgotten hours said to me
"Long forgotten as I am, here I stand again."
And into the abyss of it I fell, somehow willingly
And into the acid I dived, somehow wantingly
And into the long forgotten hours I swam
The overwhelming sensation of me and me and me and me...

And then the memories flew
I wake and stared into
Just another page of scribbling words
And
You