The symposium, just a space in time dilating,
    why not cross into the past?
Yet return across the line,
    cross examine, yet justify not the reason why.
Experience grasps no meaning
    belonging to the echo in my mind.
It does not have a sequence in my thought.

Belonging to that echo in my mind,
    it does not have sequence in my thought.
The desire for my past,
    the symposium stands.
Yet not to go with this symposium,
    does not justfy the ending.

James Hawkins