lost in the future
where no one knows me
in the now unknown by most
i can wait for leaves to change
childhood into past where everyone knew me

#347. fatigue

August 7, 2010

blurring
now and then
no time for knowing
mixing phrases and losing
words and names my vision
splitting my dream from my mind

in time
my memories blend
stirred by scent and sound
goaded by wisps of ancient dreams
visions unhampered by mundane chores
i live in the integrated now where my poems
loom on strings around the corner from the then
and there

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