Hours Remand
Refusing to obey
he took command
The power not given
but by his hand
Looking no further
he forged within
The years and the seasons
aboriginal sin
Broken commandments
rust on the gate
Eyes burning inward
past-futures abate
Refusing the mandate
of time’s desperate plan
He slew first the minutes
—as the hours remand
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
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