White Sunday 320: lost at a cost

moments run like sand between fingers
too gnarled with age
too unpracticed in the sphere of Venus
tests of will and wonder
time will tell anyone who listens
what became of them
and whether the pronoun
needs capitalized
or even explained
Orpheus draws deep breath
taught to him in another aeon
to stir couer rage like memories
not yet made
but possible
if you can rise above
the ruins of a Babylon
where the costs of certainty
included ignorance
and the music is perfect


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.