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The Pasts Cemetery
Leaning against ancient
contorted , eroded ,
stilletto spiked railings
of prior centuries ,
I stare agape
at the tombstones of my life
which escaped .
Back then
I heard the decree
we had to flee.
Where are their ghosts
do they have wealth
would they toast my health .
There's no inscriptions
of a name , a time or place
just my nostalgia reinventing
a face .
Theres an owl
mimicking a flute
he is so astute .
He is telling me to return
to reduce the daze
I need to alter the page
I wonder what
they look like now
and if and how
they have aged .
I wonder if they all exist
I hope they do
I hope they persist.
Anyway
if i saw them tomorrow
they probably wouldn't know
me by now
anyhow.
contorted , eroded ,
stilletto spiked railings
of prior centuries ,
I stare agape
at the tombstones of my life
which escaped .
Back then
I heard the decree
we had to flee.
Where are their ghosts
do they have wealth
would they toast my health .
There's no inscriptions
of a name , a time or place
just my nostalgia reinventing
a face .
Theres an owl
mimicking a flute
he is so astute .
He is telling me to return
to reduce the daze
I need to alter the page
I wonder what
they look like now
and if and how
they have aged .
I wonder if they all exist
I hope they do
I hope they persist.
Anyway
if i saw them tomorrow
they probably wouldn't know
me by now
anyhow.
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