Framework

There's such a great momentum, the kind that might not reappear.
My only fear is that this back and forth will become habitual.
I've killed what I can't salvage.
The dreams are litter on the streets I walk now in remembrance.
Nostalgia is a midnight beacon.
Dichotomy is not the framework of this world, but a movie screen.
Try to see that what we are is only conversation.
There and here forth and back, now and then I trace the tracks.
Idle are my plans, but they absorb and weigh in tons.