At first I thought of it as a week of my life
Without a single memory
I sat in the cathedral and pondered
Did I not go on to the rooftop
Was it not possible to look down on the prison
Are these simply, a nowadays, imagination
I am more certain
Of a formidable figure hung high
In the university dining halls
He was overlooking
Indeed overpowering the diners
As they sat in the refectory
As they stumbled through their lunch
As they remained, strangers one and all
Who left my life, without a single memory
