My nineties

Five in the morning,
Clear and slight,
I moved in the half-light,
Past unsold sorrows,
Carrying my weary tomorrows.

Ghosts of cast-off days
Lived in the concrete maze
And graffitied halls.
Greeted some locals (hard as nails)
And listened for my better self's echoes.

In ten years, I grew
In skill, yet never knew
Til the very end,
That I and you and it
Were One and All and Spirit.