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Times and places I left long ago
Bring memories at odd moments.
Not strange, but not sequential.
Random and in no way numbered
To follow like instructions to explain
Who I was, would come to be; games
I played and whatever residue they
Left inside, behind. Brushed from
My hair and shoulders. Brain dust,
Mental dandruff which can be
Recognized, remained unshed, at
Least by me; they are past.
Though they reformed parts of me.
Not the me I am, became, but
Steps leading from the cellar to
The tower of my mind and being.
Memories clutched, a strange
Confetti I cast into the wind of now.
To lighten my burden and allow
Me to stand straight and tall.
To view the world before me,
Until I descend again and
Gather another clumsy armful,
Make another laborious ascent.
There to again dump the load
Before me, to see clearly.
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People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
Unite the World!
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See more of my creative offerings at:
Philip Brent Harris Fine Art, Digital Art and Photography
The Eyes Have It ~ Philip Brent Harris
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