I am not who I used to be

tangled time: a poem in pieces

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I.
Faded, are the long nights blended into tomorrows sorrows.
I am a witness to myself, to my memories,
I watch them flitter in the wind,
dancing along the shorelines of pastimes
that land on grains of sand that are no longer mine.
I am tangled time.

II.
I am jumping ship, abandoning these islands of pristine waters,
I will be a martyr to the sea and a mother to the trees.
I am karmically active. My Saturn is returning,
I am now in transit, I am stripping layers
faster than I can grow them.

III.
I am floating in a space of reverence,
a persevering cloud of the night, unseen by all
but the stars who allow me.
A sky is a big place for those who dare to fly,
expanding wings with no weight to determine the height.
I am flickering candlelight with no boundaries.

IV.
Life is turning and
I am shifting and somehow I am still standing.
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