My very own life shifting drift off, Time capsules of sort, placed into boxes The past wrapped in paper, carefully taped With black magic marker lettering; Fragile, fine china, kitchen etc. Every move has a purpose - an intention - I recall thinking, nothing is by chance, nothing is a coincidence Good, bad or indifferent …
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Significance Of Time
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
Starting Over
Starting over 100 nights no sleep for the restless when the weight of my entire life is packed up in card board boxes duct taped and labeled slipping into a comma of lost and found delirium is a slow buzz hang over quietly scanning empty rooms remains less and less of a thrill there isn't …
Trilby Yates 