Limbic Lies

Tunnel vision is blinding                                         

   when nothing else matters

and remembering

 

when it did

  was too

             Long

             Ago

 In a far away land

 

              In a forest of                                       

Cycles

  Repeating

         Patterns 

Fractals of destiny

       and I look only at the red leaf

Before Me

Unable to see the full picture

 

 

With all my limitations

 

               Flowered.

Couches 

Sit on curbs

         Waiting for new homes

Hoping it does not rain

      Rusting the quarters

Under the cushions

       That will only be left

As an imprint in the cloth

        Of some struggling  human    s

Treasure