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Sep 2018
They are everywhere
Those ghosts the zephyrs
The battery of flashes
Those pauses in between breaths.

The spaces filled with memories
Pictures of time frozen for eternity
In my mind in my life
Signs that I have been

Existence as a conglomeration
As if a family album
Were spread before me
Time turning pages.

Frozen like a pond now
I kneel wiping snow
To view. Crystals cold float down
Upon this scene obscuring

Blurry times horizon.
There  go I
Just a pitiable  fool
On old knees through

The dreams  a page a
Time focusing trying to find
Some truth. And like
A miser keeping them

These visions happy or
Horrible sad or climactic
From falling off
Onto the icy pond

I'm kneeling on
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