Shuttered Tight
It’s getting late early…
as I wait for the end to begin
Time folding within itself,
shedding its last skin
It’s getting late early…
a lost voice sings my final reward
The outer door shuttered tight
—darkness untoward
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
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