period ago
we'll begin anew
It's just around the
corner from here
you'll see.
Take my hand
I will lead you in
to the vestibule
down in the cellar
where time crawls
sure as the burrowing worms
while away
on a mountaintop
it whirls into a crown.
Struck in between
these two extremes
we are caught in time's court.
"If you like being
born you'll love
dying..."
Echoes the ghost
of a voice now
found at last.
