In the land of memory
where dead come alive
changing the course of Past
decking it up with things
that never transpired
In the skies of imagination
where the nonexistent flies
shadow of a cloud,
phantom that never will be,
haunts ceaseless
All the regrets,
every mistake,
each embarrassment,
all the missed steps
go on
and on
and on
in a loop
skipping life,
from the only place
it ever is
present
Present
that is
absent,
courtesy
Memory
Imagination
Nagging
Diligent.
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