Today

today
an offshoot of
a long dead yesterday
or bearer of unknown future
-moments

count beats
reincarnate
with unique soul beauty
of a processed experience
now dead

I planned
different songs
unsung musical chords
conquered my voice – poetic miles
away

I mapped
unexplored routes
underground vibrations
blew my plans off to smithereens
-earthquakes

I live
unredeemed time
breathe unclaimed oxygen
infuse unheard stories to make
futures

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Sunday Confessionals – Today