My Present Spins

In limbo from indecision,
  on loan from futures past

Deceit became my calling card,
  deception first and last

Borrowing from a fantasy,
  while stealing from a lie

The treadmill turned inside itself,
  my spirit churning blind

But within this dark implosion,
  a voice would call my name

And in its words I heard “escape,”
  an exit from the shame

In hopes of a new becoming,
  old guilt I cast remiss

As inside out, and outside in,
  my present—spins in bliss

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)