I´d like to think those of the past observe
Still monitoring the events of today
my attention never had such a value
but like a wheel new ground had to be reached
Memories that chunk right back into the present
begging to be eaten once again by the mind's projector
chewing up the screen like licorice
Across the musty warm classroom
eyes melted and weird oneness was felt
Then quickly misunderstood
and swept away in shame
I'd like to peel apart polaroid all of that
Spring thawing out the laziest part of me
Throwing me straight into my routine
Back then just a teenager lost in hormone and failure
Never knowing the value of my attention
Blind to my own magic
to my sorcery through mundane insistant days
Their presence lingered and gave me sparks
Like a wheel I had to roll with nothing to offer
Not aware of my ability
or the way I manifest before them
Just remembering their long hair
lips, tanned legs and soft voices
puberty was just a series of loops for me
fixations that still attempt to sequester attention
even now decades after without the hormones or failure
These longing thoughts pierce balloons of peace
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