When my life converts
From matter into energy  
      E = mc2
The tombstone
	will pronounce
Here lies   

The Temporary Tenant

I have been a tenant of so many
     Dreams
     Nightmares
In so many 
     Cities
     Towns
     Neighborhoods

Pins on a map

Of the 

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No time for roots
     To sprout
& Those that do
     are ripped
From their roots

No water needed
     Tears will do

These are the memories
     You cannot touch

Where you only live
     in the past

And I can’t even tell you
     Where they are

So many of the memories
     Stories that had a beginning
Whose endings were lost

In the time it took
For me to shoot 

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I’ve been a temporary tenant
     So many times
Even now
     Same city
     Same neighborhood
     Same house
     
Pins on a map

It might as well be

Somewhere across the 

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It is not the place
     The city 
     The neighborhood
     The house

That gives you meaning

Purpose

It’s who you are 
     In any moment 
     In any time

You are a tenant 
     of that moment
Until that time
     You check out
Pack up your shit
     And move on

To be a new 
     Temporary Tenant
Of e=mc square
     Where matter becomes energy

Across the 

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E = mc2.