The music trying to catch up with itself
as I sit here in the dark
—a figment of a lost dimension
—a remnant of some other duality
This place becoming a steppingstone
to what is now already gone
and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,
passing through itself to what might have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Time\'s Betrothal
Married to the moment,
divorced from everything else
my vows repeated over and over
—this present forever to begin
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)