This road was a different road,

This face was a different face.

Just an hour ago.

Just a decade ago.

Just a second ago,

I was twenty years younger.

Just a minute ago,

I was twenty years older.

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Just a minute ago,

I was on a different road.

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Just a second ago,

your face was someone else.

The leaves were falling on the street.

The snow was melting on the ice.

Rain on the windows.

I was eating an apple.

Brilliant electric blue.

I was eating a sandwich.

Lavender green.

I was eating an apple.

Shocking pink!

I was eating a sandwich.

Lavender blue.

I was dancing.

The fluttering of doves.

I was walking.

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The frolicking of snowmen.

I was crawling.

The pronging of sheep.

I was sleeping.

A dragonfly floats by.

A symbol of immortality.

The rain falls on cement.

The cantor of horses.

The rain falls on grass.

The banter of old men.

A leaf.

The gossip of old women.

A page of a book.

A soft sensual sigh.

A television show.

Endless repeats that repeat.

I remember it.

I was the sequel.

I am the prequel.

A constant preamble, repeating.

A skip of the record.

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I remember vinyl.

I remember 8-Tracks.

Long hair.

I remember cassettes.

Spikey hair.

CDs, DVDs,

Pink hair,

331/3 RPM,

45RPM,

78RPM,

16 RPM,

Blue hair,

8MM,

16MM,

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Super 8 was more than a motel.

A slide show was once a grand affair,

laser lights and album tracks.

Black lipstick.

At times I have woke up on

the wrong side of consciousness,

like a stylus thrown haphazardly,

onto vinyl.

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This temporal displacement,

needs to focus.

Just a waste, skipping about like this.

Just a waste, cutting my thoughts like this.

Just a waste, binding me up like all of this.

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Stop this hiccup!

Begin to exist in the desire.

It is time to wake up on the right side of consciousness.