Coming About

January 21, 2023

We make the truth we need

to worship gods of time

And love in spite of hate

whose conjure ill defined

We set the past in stone

to keep tomorrow chaste

And travel inward free of both

—whose presence we displace

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

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