Ghosts in a Tower 10/26/2015
An accident can be scripted
But the truth
Will happen anyway
Upending all our plans
Halfway home.
I lost almost everything
But now I live in a castle
Restored back from memory
Ten times a thousand.
The world has turned over
And all that was forgotten
Surges to mind
From the earliest sensations
Sharp enough to touch.
It has all come back
And now I am home
In seven and in fifty
All of us picked up
And all of us return.
It took 40 trips
To make the journey
Back and forth
Inside a loop
The future and the past.
Stone, iron, brick and wood
Cold on my feet
In front of the fire
Smooth or pitted
Rough and chiseled.
I drank the sherry
And poked at the fire
The first of many
Offered up
In smoke and prayer.
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