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)
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