Let Us Keep Count
Strange place to be,
sleep settles into spurts.
My sharp staccato,
a Spanish tendency continues.
Time beyond these walls
incomprehensible.
We keep count
reminding each other,
not of better times,
just of impermanence.
Strange place to be,
sleep settles into spurts.
My sharp staccato,
a Spanish tendency continues.
Time beyond these walls
incomprehensible.
We keep count
reminding each other,
not of better times,
just of impermanence.