Running the wrong way on a one-way
street, seeing signs saying slow down
in mirrors that shouldn’t be, blinded
by lights screaming out of the future.
Closing eyes that refuse to remember,
denying a mind’s-view which lies dead
ahead in yesterday’s truth. Lurching on
in an autonomous momentum, lost two
turns short of the last place you knew.
street, seeing signs saying slow down
in mirrors that shouldn’t be, blinded
by lights screaming out of the future.
Closing eyes that refuse to remember,
denying a mind’s-view which lies dead
ahead in yesterday’s truth. Lurching on
in an autonomous momentum, lost two
turns short of the last place you knew.
© 21 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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