Fates Retort

To live within the moment,

  and write as love doth now befriend

 

      “It’s light burning brightest as the

         hours grow short”

 

The beginning reunited

  with the journey’s end

 

       “All memory imploding

          on fates retort”

 

But the window stays open,

  my heart beats faster still

 

      “The march to freedom

         neither to nor from”

 

Time enslaved in a final breath

    one last line to say I will

 

      “The past and future

          left exposed—undone”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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