Blurred

Blurred in the sight the fragments of light suspended in memory, blurring space and time! Of a faded photograph dreams pressed into the pages of a book called life, tired, worn discarded in the corner. Out of place. I know this coming blur… a book, with well-worn pages like memories left to be revisited In the closing hours of each day till the end of life caught In a new frame of existence. I feel the shape blurring Left in the halls collecting dust of ages! I wonder this way & that counting the days revisiting places I read a thousand-year long. A thing out of focus, time vast! Words from stories fragments of a life Live in a blur A figure in dreams and blurred photographs burned into the pages of my mind buried insight of fragments of light trapped in memory of each a different dream, a different memory, a different song or tragedy, a page of history I picked in The Thrift, I see the figure in a blur, again. The book of stories from the corner, Down the hall, water ruined out of focus imagery From one's history I revisit them now and again. Etched in a photograph. Blurred in the sight the fragments of light suspended in memory, blurring space and time!