I get along with
my father now,
better than when he was alive

The walls have dismantled,
the barriers down,
a clear vision to inside

The excuses we made,
a pride that forbade,
here buried in the ground

As our spirits conjoin
to sail on the wind
—each other we have found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

I see him in my dreams.
He's not an old god on a throne.
He's an eye in my mind's eye.
I see him as he sees me and
His creation vast and alone
wanting to understand what's
behind the great curtain of OZ.
He died and we're his dreams.

I see him in my dreams.
He's not an old god on a throne.
He's an eye in my mind's eye.
I see him as he sees me and
His creation vast and alone
wanting to understand what's
behind the great curtain of OZ.
He died and we're his dreams.