:: Late, 2930 ::
Is it September thirtieth, or is it still the twenty ninth?
Does it matter? As the seconds pass away, do we ever look back
Do we turn around? As lids are closed, and then some, as they
Move from alpha to delta, utter an unspoken word or two?
Are the thoughts, like this, cognizant of the present,
Also fade into slumber, and then,