Folds of Time
Wrap me up in the folds of time
Beneath these old blankets of snow.
Tuck my sides and pack my body
Tightly inside my dark shadow
Which disappears like clarity
In the depths of nocturnal space.
This dream seems like reality—
One I can readily embrace
Were it not deeply distorted
And amplified into static
Or if its behavior did seem
Slightly less than so erratic.
The velvet sheet of memories
Covers me, cocooned in its cloak.
I'm so tired upon waking,
Exhausted by what sense evokes
If it can conjure anything
In its controlled, capricious path.
Yet again, my tongue will fall out
To speak in the chaos of math,
The discordant tone of logic
Lost deep in files of evidence
When I'd rather lose myself in
Arias of sleepy cadence.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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