come to me orphan of my mind
the faded childhood bleeds through
the apparent dotage
and the golden sunlight through the shades
mists like a shade of some determinative happening
now preserved as memory
a hurt from mother
an apprehension of some math test at school
or just a blank instant when there was nothing
but the instant with no other appendages
come to me now
whoever I was then
an orphan of my own mind
who now years later is different
and yet the same
old soul of youthful slights
niggling at any delusions of finality
come to me now
and lo...here I am...
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