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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