A step into the past

A step into the past is rarely what it seems
For memories are seldom more than
Vaguely fleeting dreams
A dizzying suffusion
Pokes fun at old contusions
A disorienting feeling
Speeds and leaves me reeling
The images conflict
My chest constricts
Suddenly I slip
My hand reaches out
Blindly grasping
For objective truth
To grab as I fall 
But the solid proof
Diffuses
Just as it brushes
The tips of my fingers

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Author

 Erythrochroism.