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The child of
a desert wind
and a mystery …
he swept across the land

Knighting each moment
with martial intent …
death
at his command

All enemies chosen
with glorious care …
each battle
zero sum

His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son

(The New Room: August, 2023)
You asked a question
But it wasn’t really a question
It was a trick
You had the answer, already
And you only asked me
To make sure I agree
Or to see if maybe
I’d sell out, and simply
Pretend I could be
What you want from me
Boy did you see
sonic
bridge,
seismic
convulsions

a desert for us and them,
you can do many things with a blank canvas
--maelstroms, blaze dispersions

a line allows progress, a circle does not,
infiltrates the surface,
flashes into steam

our red cathedral,
our furnace lake,
the promised land in spiritual drought

this catatonic
heaven, a thirst for something more
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