Waiting for the world
to come round to him,
his words got stored away
Waiting for time
to admit its mistake,
the needle in the hay
Lying in wait
for a moment reborn,
distilled in silence aged
The devil in fear
of the truth coming out
—eternity restaged
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2019)
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