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My Past Returns
A tamer version of myself,
I rise from day to day
Fit for consumption publicly,
in camouflage I play
Memories deep, and memories stored,
from oh so long ago
Now sleep inside my attic,
ephemeral they glow
My current frame of reference…
four always two plus two
The mundane I show deference,
to do what others do
But late at night I hear those sounds,
now coming down the hall
Remembrances to fill my dreams,
my treasure out of pawn
With sleep unchained, the night on fire,
I return to who I am
And pray that on tomorrow's eve,
-my past will come again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
I rise from day to day
Fit for consumption publicly,
in camouflage I play
Memories deep, and memories stored,
from oh so long ago
Now sleep inside my attic,
ephemeral they glow
My current frame of reference…
four always two plus two
The mundane I show deference,
to do what others do
But late at night I hear those sounds,
now coming down the hall
Remembrances to fill my dreams,
my treasure out of pawn
With sleep unchained, the night on fire,
I return to who I am
And pray that on tomorrow's eve,
-my past will come again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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My Past Returns
My Past Returns
