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The Path

Along the path to yesterday,
A thousand faces face my way.
Faded features shaped and formed,
To my memory now conformed.

Leprechauns upon a log,
Apparitions in the fog;
Eyes that glow and eyes that spark
Illuminate the pathway dark.

Actors all upon the stage
Of my life, through every age;
Characters for every part
Pirouetting in my heart.

Bewildered by the wilderness
Of souls whose souls I repossess,
Spirits link to form a chain
Constituting memory lane.

Spinning through the atmosphere,
Clinging to a carbon sphere;
Nothing’s ever as it seems,
We are visions of our dreams. 
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