Late passing contemplations
the motion of ill met tapes
playing cyclic
always return afterward,
before, again, because
often we forget where we started.
Once the wheels roll,
there’s no stopping the outcome,
always in question,
constantly playing with peace of mind.
In twilight would I react the same
as an afternoon in the sun,
what is it that energy allows
when alone,
in a crowd,
by yourself you create time,
who might know
that time is always nearby.