The Mask
Time is the mask that all memories wear,
as feelings age within
Time is the bridge where eternity walks,
each footstep to begin
Time is a voice spoken only inside
where denial cannot hear
Time is the measure of what’s yet to come
—in moments far and near
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
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