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 walls,

ephemeral they glow

 

My current frame of reference…

four always two plus two

 

To the mundane I show deference,

and 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 and dreams 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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