The days are long
the years are short
as eternity
—whistles a tune

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Once upon a time your words meant everything that held on to them,
Until l saw every promise pass by.
Now, l yearn to believe each word you speak.....
But it all sounds like a poem that caught the right muse.

Of the many cures
—there is no cure

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

God must be Irish.
He can't forget a slight.
He only sees darkness
never sees  the  light.

We nailed Jesus Christ
son of God to a cross.
Waiting for tribulation
for His heinous loss.

The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.