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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