I wonder if it's ever going to make sense
being caught out in an ocean of time
and enwrapped in winter-weary roaming
my mind is cleaved by comforts of remembrances
I don't think the distance between
nothingness and infinity has ever felt so tender
not quite a passage through, or a falling
I coast, in the sigh of momentum
the tone color of thought
all that I will ever come to know
M.M.
