Pandora's Stock Poem by Miss Tee

Freeze these pages of time.
Do not leave them ephemeral.
Capture the wavering, thundering escapes...
Capture those thrown on the side; bundled in memoirs of your life passion.
Cry about the roads, compounded to its limits, stuttering with intensity.
This is your story..or perhaps A story...?

Freeze these pages of time.
Is it mine? yours? or perhaps no ones...reminicense?
Regardless of the owner, have them.
Embed them completely into your savy cooperative mind.
Yesterday is today's work - did you not know?
Though, who knows what this unfounded, shameless nostalgia may device.
I do not know of what, whom I speak of or even why I speak of this.
Perhaps to leave behind an extension of cobwebs?
Or is it to demonstrate the strength of my pulse?
Who knows?

Freeze these pages of time.
For an inkling of traced bridges may leave you fazed,
with an unsavoury taste on the tip of the tongue.
For what purpose - you may ask...
The answers may be as ambiguous as the words written line by line.
Anyway, perhaps these compilation of mysterious flesh and bone;
flashing and posing within minds will emphasize that nothing is set.
'I am my own Lolita - writing in defiance, ' so you say
'And actually, this is meant to be.
It is a compilation of bookmarked steps and leftover passionate tales,
not written for your sake or mine, for that matter... but simply to be.'