Eye lids stir
before that moment 
of realization
  Another dawn
    Another day to dance
    before the mocking …
    the relentless maw of death
and the promise
of the way it was
before one’s birth 
     into this land
     where sparks fly
     from wheels
where the fires 
burn and burn
the clocks
     that never stop ticking
     until that moment of return 
     united in our drift
    to oblivion 
anon we stumble and fall
back to sleep 

April 26, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME