LOST & FOUND
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A silken purse
under Night's pillow
filled with foreign
objects: a pair of yellowed
roundway tickets
between two
unrelated planets,
expired nameless memories
that smell of sandalwood,
penciled notes
from Tomorrow
A book of Books
left with its thought-torn owner,
amassed words
caressed by Lover's hand,
lines blurred
by salty questioning---
a story revisited
A face
with familiar telling
& becoming,
eyes empty, dark as Night's
own child,
void of music, a bird
perched inside
that paradise of Mind
A house
designed with its own
solar system,
echoing space between lives lived,
built on the edge
of a beating heart,
the same sound travels
on the same wooden Death
of stairs, tire-
lessly, sound-
lessly
If you have lost something,
Friend, don't worry
They are all there
among the debris of a lingering past
like unmarked boxes,
heart's secret cargo,
around the block of sleepless
Night sleeping
&make sure to inform
Dream's doorman
what you are looking for
that's Lost.
---LTG 2004