In a sentiment softened prayer,
songs glide backwards,
tangerine dusk embarks on forgotten forms.
The peculiarity of familiar wit, aflight in verbal scorn—
Rhythmic undulates dormant histories,
A neophyte conducting from recollection.

'Twould strange shall dreams yield on borrowed time,
Undone, just north of eternity's luster.  
What wick remains of scripts non-spillable,
Scripting paths visible in echoes unheard.

listening in the past echoes recycled,
  not a sound, 
     destiny beats pausing backward melodies;
  a current mellowed backwards ceasefire. .''