Moving On

I moved the whole caboodle

To a new premise

Yet bits and pieces lie scattered

On deserted floors

Broken glass with stains of blood 

Sticky particles that defy definition

Neither carbon nor oxygen

They just obstruct respiration

When I breathe free

In my dreams

Unpacked caboodles

Release unknown devils

Strategies 

To deal with the unfamiliar

Some are difficult

Some easier

Than memories

I leave behind…

Caboodles get renewed

Never fully disposed

-Focus on the new

Life stands transposed

I don’t know why

This awakens deep-seated fears

Time machines taking off

To lifetimes lived before

Or those that exist, but yet

To come to the fore

It un-grounds me

With no feet, just wings

But I’ve never learnt

How to fly high

I may just float

And then fall

Into bottomless pits

Between opaque high walls

Untold stories hound me

Winds can’t speak but sing

Let me in on secrets

To be passed on

To future lifetimes

-meaningless ones

I don’t really care

But can’t drop and run

Futures unfound me

I walk in graveyards, bells ring