once there was a place to go
once there was a space in time in place in which to be
once was then
and now is no is now
things get juxtaposed in crazy ways
and lazy days and ways and gone and gone
reaching To must just reach Back
and that is the way of all of the loops
and that is the way of all rememberings
sweet and then low and then back where we go
and now is the time to be being forlorn.

J. Horne