Fate Accompli

This is the city of my dreams:
the place I seem to run away from,
the only home I know how to return to.

This is its web of trials and tribulations,
decisions and indignations:
the tangle of Fate
and fait accompli.

This is a daily death and resurrection
of hope and fear and longing.

amuseum

Collective memories
repositories
observatories
conservatories

History in deep freeze

To muse or be bemused?

That is the question.

Momentary Recollection

These are not words
but the moments themselves
suspended in thought,
or contemplation:

the mindful indignation of a life moving on
while time stands still
in the snapshot of a memory

built

and so very nearly lost.

Paranoid Morning Cries

Wake up

In a swirl of places,
faces,
dates & numbers;

Days in dreary sunlit haze.

Tasting the salt of one air,
breathing in the peace of another
gasping for cognition

In a profusion
of moments so dream-like

They were real.