on the backwards march
through backwards-time drags me
flash-frozen memories
they rise as phantoms melt
their liminal loop-de-loop immortality
with supernatural vitality reanimate..
with the backwards-time serried
with searing flasback threads
the morphing character studies
this stray dog tracks the haunting ghosts
as i tend the weeds so gently
my presence ripples afterimages gazing..
on flooding floors i march
i feel for triggers and tripwires
camouflaged somewhere in the marshes
reminiscences of imagined belonging
bathed by shards of light and warmth
against the pounding darkness
a play of sharp relief..
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