Fading Scent

Time beams its gaze
Onto my eyes.
I am taken aback
Unable to respond
And hold an understanding
Of life’s surreal-ness.

Moments of time trickle
Through the battered foundations
Of my mind.
Faint murmurs of past realities
Hover vaguely
Through my present reality,
Projecting the scent of the past
Into the stark nakedness
Of the present.

Does my life really continue
To be the same life
At the same time
As it spins its wild contortions?
Was I really in that other place
That other time,
A time where life also
Surged itself into me?