Is this the journey’s end
To be seen or not to be
Whether in the frame or behind the lens

A vainglorious weaving
Symphonies written in secret
Near-random scattering of moments obsessively ensnared

Self-absorbed

Sensory entanglement in the strewing of leaves
Force, harmony, dissonance and beauty
Winter etchings and palimpsests

In these narrow, ill-fitted sleeves
Could any moment
Experienced
Remain?

— May 2026 —
Canandaigua