Strange - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

It seemed natural

I’d look into it

Piece together that

Gap of memory

When I tried to track

Down some evidence

The lack of it was

More than a little

Strange

Strange

Strange

Strange

Burned up papers and

Wiped out hard drives and

Chipless cell phones and

Reticent neighbours

Did I plan out so

Carefully when to

Claim my faculties?

That’s conveniently

Strange

Strange

Strange

Strange

This fax from Commodore Davey

The Royal New Zealand Navy:

«The files you requested

Are now classified.»

Parallels inside

Layer on layer

Coincidences

Inconsistencies

Somebody trashed my apartment

Spray-painted «STOP ASKING.»

I’m being shadowed by tattooed ESL shabaroons