Thursday, October 25, 2012
a field called theatre
a field
of memories
missed opportunities
chances taken
times forgotten
of memories
missed opportunities
chances taken
times forgotten
the length
of our shadows
with help of the sun
bookmarking
pages
on this field
of our shadows
with help of the sun
bookmarking
pages
on this field
this here
belongs to me
belongs to me
there
lies your claim
lies your claim
what was ours
what is ours
to only ponder upon
what is ours
to only ponder upon
now dangles
on razor edges
of thin barbed fences
in between
of thin barbed fences
in between
but this too
is fleeting
shape shifting
is fleeting
shape shifting
like flashes of past
generally tend to be
generally tend to be
we remember
our truths
attired in wishfulness
the way we wished once
to be
and longed to see
our truths
attired in wishfulness
the way we wished once
to be
and longed to see
morning to afternoon
evening to night
act as just lines
evening to night
act as just lines
dividing this field
into chapters
verses
sentences
words
letters
into chapters
verses
sentences
words
letters
begging to be arranged
as we best recall
an i before a u
a u before a v
till it all gets
muddy
blurry
slurry
as we best recall
an i before a u
a u before a v
till it all gets
muddy
blurry
slurry
the sun
the field
the fenced plots
of this field
the drawn lines
demarcating
instances
occurrences
consequences
the field
the fenced plots
of this field
the drawn lines
demarcating
instances
occurrences
consequences
waiting
for things
from the past
in awareness
that they can't
return
from the past
in awareness
that they can't
return
this
this is a field
remembered
this is a field
remembered
as
assumedly lost
and
presumably buried
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