Fantasy Escapes

No clock can lay claim

 to the moment untimed

 

Though hands finely set

 still a mystery divine

 

Each tick plays a cadence

 to what is now past

 

But what of the future

 its measure uncast

 

We plot and record it

 hours, minutes, they chime

 

As all fantasy escapes

  —this delusion of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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