Wanton & Lost

The suddenness of desertion,

the emptiness of time


Abandoning each moment,

as clocks strike their chime


And wherego the hours,

once used and cast off


Are there auctions and markets

for each second that’s lost


And who’s to recount

the old wishes unprayed


With days ever changing,

and voices relayed


The end a beginning,

the beginning an end


To drift in its circle

—time never respent


(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)



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