like the only survivor
I walked up the street
toward childhood home
we all want to go back
have never entirely left
becoming other selves
in a kaleidoscope world
fade out on another life
only I remain to recall
every detail of the past
redolent of a becoming
base identity in crystal
preserved in my being
alive I keep it all existing
when I wink out it's gone
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