Now As Before

Are those dimensional theories a trap

 for what your mind will never understand

 

Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow

 an alien within its own land

 

Does the math and the science betray you

 with the numbers piled outside your door

 

Is the time sliced and diced infinitum

 —deliverance calling now as before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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)