Ahead

    



I was sitting amid corrosion
in a pale ,olden , gone notion
then suddenly what's to be done,  did talk to me
go look beyond , not to the bombed has been
timelines don't re-run , they're done , move on
to the unseen..

Recollections , onerous
they're selectional etchings
that delete the worst
leaving false impressions
around the ghosts
that haunt the wrong dimensions
of where you shouldn't go .


Confidential tricksters
from golden , remembered  pictures
dragging me into you
the past is a clasp
with nothing to do
full of phony laughs
it's time to move on
get through .