Quote The Raven

A hole that can’t be filled

an ocean that can’t be crossed

a phrase that can’t be spun

inhaling your exhaust

The measure off the scale

the truant thrice reclassed

the memory twice forgotten

the die that’s never cast

A spider web unwoven

a future distant past

a God beyond religion

a sail without its mast

“To Trip The Light Fantastic”

to burn the bridge uncrossed

to fasten moments end to end

—to find what time has lost

 

(The New Room: February, 2022)

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