I am a walking contradiction...... A work in progress. My life is like a rollercoaster ride...I'm living and loving it.

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so music
from the old phonograph
took me
inside its
endless, timeless
magical revoke,
of seemingly exasperating retired memories.

melodious hymns
flew just beyond my ears
before my rooftop
and stole the half-light
of my haggard face
that looked up sadly to out of my window.

the moon, half its disk appeared illuminated,
recalled the music from
the sala below
which counted decades since its
first playing.

i, too,
have counted decades
of intemperate foregoing,
domineering,
but losing,
the untouched, unspoken emotions
for people and places

which time impudently took hold.