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Here & there, everywhere 
lie pieces & parts of me
I exist only in the moments between what is and will be…

Taking a ride to the minimart... 
Enjoy the passing lands...
...watching the sun playing on the warm sands. 
These are fragments of imagery; memory. 

Notes to a past life through a Childs looking glass
Sticks and stones blocks and collecting rocks tug of war, 
Cowboys, and Indians and don’t forget monsters and such…

These are the fragments of thought here, there, and everywhere.

Lie the secrets of these skeletal remains, My moral refrain…

The life intertwined; a shard of crazy cracked glass, 
door knobs made of brass, 
firelight camping at night jumping at strange sites…

These are the fragments of me, my history!

Laughing like a loon to the break of noon, 
staring at the lights of stars far, far above blazing from millenniums ago…

Fragments of things seen, known n believed!

Ghost stories and hot chocolate, jack o lanterns and witches scream,
these are what memories are made of, here and there lie these mortal remains…

This is all that is or will be again, faded memories pasted 
into this tired and ruined frame, a scrapbook of imagery.

Posted deep into the past, pasted together from my fragments.
...together with collected things: Midnight in backyards, playing cards, broken toys, dog-eared books, quiet metronomes, and black rooks…

Moments lost once more, 
so off to neverlands of distant mystery, 
the vibrations die from the distant bell, 
as echoes of jingle bells and carols 
fall silent on a snowy evening…

The ticks of a cooling car on a winter night, the tocks of old clocks in grandfather's home, where shadows roam...

This is where I find the fragments of my time, 
as I dig through my skeletal remains, 
its parts fall on obscure shores 
of distant histories…

Thunder and rain, 
fears of war, 
inner eyes cloud, 
different thoughts crowd 
like snow drifting in empty rooms.

Sun-rays fall as the wind plays, 
dancing on my summer planes 
these images are lost 
in dusty folded faded photographs…

Define in my skeletal remains, 
my bones barely seek human form, 
they remember the pieces n parts of my existence, 
as only anything can, 

here & there & everywhere, 

I am left picking up my skeletal remains...
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