Convergence and Fugue

Z
Now at 180 degrees
I can stand separate from everything
And feel time in its dusky sleek way
Winging through deepest night its starry
way
And there are two worlds, the one I pass
with
And the one I pass at the edge of,
light years away
There is a deep and comforting resonance
between the two spheres which
may account, on the brink of sleep,
for this quick glimpsed recognition
of the ever dissolving onward thrust of
that

wave of time an angel might term,

yesterday.