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Instant Replay
There's a journey that we all must take,
Where time and space are clearly fake.
When painful steps are trekked again,
While going back, as if only to begin.
The threshold crossed can't be seen by most,
As it borders imagination, from coast to coast.
This trail is carried by only memory to its map,
Since traveled rarely by others that avoid the trap.
So it becomes a solitary journey, being naked and alone,
Where you can see all the warning signs ...
and cast the first stone.
Copyright ©
Timothy Mattson
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