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The past works in the present.

It brings forward the mouth warming,

throat aching

scent of funnel cake

powdered sugar: mhm! everywhere

on my fingers, lips, cheeks… spills

down to my shirt, where

my mother doesn’t like it,

fried crumbs, melting, turning

your mouth into a sweltering summer day.

The past works in the present.

It pulls around ancient hearts sighing,

blood breaking

beat of solid drum

pouring toward: oh!! anywhere

pushing thunderclouds… this

hideaway in the mountains, where

we’ve frozen in time until

sorrow passes, hearing, yearning

for a peaceful, sweltering summer day.

The past works in the present.

Suggests that we change our course,

that though the stars sing in sync,

our souls don’t.

maybe they’ve become icy solid.

and maybe we don’t mind, but we

should, the memories shouldn’t bring

us shame, but pure happiness.

Hint , emphasize, suggest.

The past works in the present.


Turned around slowly, crept

up cliffed terrace, nobody

there to see me, rocks and pebbles

everywhere tumbling, rolling,

preparing to turn me into a

landslide, skimming my ankles upon

the surface of this stony hill

that I’m forced to climb.

here’s the slippery slope at it’s finest

here’s trickery clear as the brightest


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