She walked out into

the cold light of her own future

quivering;

half-present

because hard lessons

from her thousand pasts

gave no indication

of any future destination;

therefore she stalled

at the intersection

strung out on reality

hoping to mold

a destiny

from a too crowded

yesterday,

jumbled up with faded significances

leaving her with 

obfuscations rambling within her thousand-fold memories

which  taken together subdued her consciousness

leaving her

devoid of intent

or direction

and meaning.
 

"I have seen" she said

"too much TV;

too many versions of the truth;

experienced too many versions of my self

to see or forge

a clear path

in my future tense."

"The Past" she said "is best lived

in the real world

because if it is swamped by

multitudes of pseudo life experiences

these will not necessarily lead

anywhere

and there is born future confusion

and ended momentum

and I, I see, am left with only

media, computer  and TV memories

and crippling apathy."

"Life is best led" she said sadly;

"not viewed or merely read;

and how much of what I currently

am

is derived of such?"

And yet

these thousand points

are mine

and part of me;

how to re-assemble them

into coherency-

my generations reveille.