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)