we were there
once
we were worlded
gnomon’s glazed past
some glyphic momentum
questless as … that
time’s outside himself
but just then, though
so are you ready to bury a lover?
a brother … yet another?
so’s sound herself gathered
no alban imitate of spirit
to be scored in hieric negative
how … how could i hear it mattered
where moments
from one to other?
© 2007 Kenneth Kesner