I am the past that is about to arrive, a poem swings

I know you, a butterfly, a leopard, I am climbing

A song in my heart, the Phoenix smiles

The fireflies- they are here, over the turnstiles


I crash! You say insane things, this drunken I

Tottering amid the text on white sheets, I try

To untwist rather the cobwebs- the dregs of poison

Slowly crystallize. I argue, I try to reset the reason


I am locked, in a jar, the glass echoes hard

The cacophony of options swirl and swim past         

I am the past, of events, arrivals and now going

In a an infinitesimal fragment that seem lingering


For eons and persevering, I have passed…

I was a dream about to arrive, and my arrival did not last!

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