The idea of time is our consolation for losing the moments we fail to pay attention to. We say: it’s got to go 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
“faithful to music”
having only been
faithful to music
too chary of other boon
having only been
as the forests burn
caught in the carolling murk
having only been
faithful to music
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner.


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