Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well
Thou asks if love comes truly
to one in greatest need
My answer spoken duly
of romance undecreed
Thou asks if truth be spoken
or written timeless down
My speech in patterns broken
unlettered and unfound
Thou asks if time be measured
beyond the last refrain
This moment hides the answer
—of that I can proclaim
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Pluribus Unum
The past and the future
fold into the present
Conceptually vacant
twice empty refrains
No before and no after
perpetually frozen
The ice of indenture
—this moment contains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)