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what I want
when events of the now turn to thoughts of the past
and people in my life fall into place
repast

some with purpose, some at random, but desperate
like the lambs of jame gum
the ghosts that haunt me
don't seem to get tired
the dreams that hunt me
pursue
reviewing the memories that strike me
bluntly

give me too much pause
two much cause
to blunt me

-Shelton Brett, January 18, 2006