Inception
Through a distant awareness
all eyes unmasked
The answers vacant
and fading fast
The horizon changes
from front to back
All reasons caught
within its trap
Time despondent
its seconds tear
Whose reign dethroned
inception near
The weight uprooted
a seedless fruit
The past, tomorrow
—and present moot
(Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania: November, 2022)
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