Seasons Turn

My days prolonged,

 my nights were short

   —my history caught between

 

Judgment coming

 fast and swift

  —to escape is then to dream

 

All time distorted

 memory fried

   —the past is but a whim

 

Old lessons spurned,

 the seasons turn

  —new forces pull within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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