Kate Henoch

West Twenty Second Street

Everything is familiar here.

I know these walls well.

I can walk with my eyes closed, safely.

Always finding more artifacts.

That isn't supposed to end.

There should always be more discoveries.

Fragments and surprises, fragments and surprises.

I am intrigued beyond belief.

Buried thoughts surface, coming up for air.

They spark like fireworks, in my mind.

They are exploding out of control.

I wish they would be endless and flow without any push.

Not so fast, not so fast.

Reality is knocking on the door, I must go.

Disappointment envelops me.

Let's go to an imaginary Paris and walk through the streets and eat marvelous treats.

Only in my dreams, only in my scattered dreams.

Time is in the way, forwards and backwards, always time.

This I cannot fix, this I most definitely cannot fix.

I will take it in, and let it seep.

These flashes of past moments, darting across my mind, are invaluable.

There, time is thrown away, and I float on forever.


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