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Portraits of Ghosts
Yesterday isn’t real.
You edited the moments you’ve lived
before you stored them on the shelf.
The past is an evolving narrative,
as you rearrange the pictures
to fit the theme of the moment.
The story exists only in your head.
Strike a match to the snapshots and memories –
Suddenly you’re an uprooted tree …
Floating down the river, moment to moment,
no longer chained to the mental fabrications
that Time, in the end, will always reveal
were only portraits of ghosts.
You edited the moments you’ve lived
before you stored them on the shelf.
The past is an evolving narrative,
as you rearrange the pictures
to fit the theme of the moment.
The story exists only in your head.
Strike a match to the snapshots and memories –
Suddenly you’re an uprooted tree …
Floating down the river, moment to moment,
no longer chained to the mental fabrications
that Time, in the end, will always reveal
were only portraits of ghosts.
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