I wouldn’t wake I wouldn’t wait it was a fear that dearly lingered I split Time it was a fear that surrounded me the wilting of a world that was Mine in waiting I wanted I wasted I wavered in reverie I dreamt I was a dead thing I drowned in dreams it was Gehenna burning bound in gauze-like gossamer inside the eye of God I was trapped like a moth in glass as in a Greek tragedy forsaken I fled my fate and it found me