Poem: Landscapes of nostalgia

Walking through the city

With earbuds on when everyone

Looked like iClones

During the iTech invasion

I felt ancient modern

With an imagined sword

Worn like a guitar on my back

Jeanne D’Arc in the darkened subway

My eyes doubled a second layer of vision

Timed to music objects became more rare

I was a time traveler for an instant

Remembering the gowns and the armor

I was there and here before

I have no proof

Just the subtle memory.


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