these verses versus rests these
caesuras mean eternity

trembling on the porch
of recognition and right on time

possibility evaporates
you can never be revived

it’s monstrously
unfair of you, will you

continue your disdain
for time and its soliloquy?

time was, when time was king
sensations were everything

but now the time is out of synch
my hands are pink with wear

they’re sunset skies
that are never where

I felt them last
and I don’t care

I’m looking for the Wanda family, the WANDA family. Lucy Wanda born circa 1907. Can you help me, please. I’m a time traveller.

complicated poem in the background