Yesterday
Yesterday lies like a liquid stream,
Translucent and unconsolidated,
Disappearing as if it were a dreams,
And each lapping wave is modulated
To the fabrication-cast frequencies
That transmit the pulse of our synthetic,
Story-based storage of old memories;
Thus, personal truths are made prosthetic,
An aluminum foil to bend and twist,
To contort in the form of things we'll say.
It wraps all the feelings we may have missed,
But exists only as a sobriquet.
A name-sake, a marker to measure time's place,
A satellite orbiting inner space.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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