Absent I can’t stay in the present. My surroundings are a blur. Whether I’m looking ahead, or missing the way things were. The things I wish I had done haunt me; they fill me with regret. I harass my mind with things I’d be better to forget. Or eyes on the horizon, when Charon will claim his fee. Seeing my inevitable end, my tragic asystole. I can’t stay in the present. Elsewhere’s unsustainable. It’s too late. Sanity is, for me, unattainable.
Arden Godwin ‘25
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