Caravanserai

Swatches of half captured
Cadences stitched in memory
Steeplechase in annals
Of mind’s figments

What is real, what not
Has now become a moot
point as I leaf through sepia
images iron branded by time

time’s paucity renders
me more loquacious and
also mute as I commune
with the dweller within

memory tends to play
hide and seek, I jump rope
with passing events jotting
fleeting images~ relativity speaking

I move, I am standstill
I have time in my pocket
Time is sliding past
It waits for none

Life is a conundrum
I am a gamer
Bring it on
takes two to tango

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