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Live long enough
and we end up alone
No matter our fortune
no matter our throne

Life will have sway
as our journey unwinds
One breath at a time
— our voices unrhymed

(Augustinian Seminary: July, 2025)
Science
has brought
us closer
to the edge of our oblivion
Nuclear fission
angel dust
processed foods
and smog
Two steps forward
ten steps back
ennobling every ***** fact
as children choke and cry
There’s one award
the Swede’s leave out
that’s missing
on their dais
The Nobel Prize
for mass destruction
as progress masquerades
— unchecked

(Sweden: May, 2008)
The pathway to hell
paved with good intentions
— and unwritten words

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Reconciling
life’s ledger
hoping
it’s in black

Every deed
and every need
accountable
in fact

Debits
fighting credits
to balance
in the end

The gist of life
through joy and strife
where numbers
— will portend

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
You don’t have
to write them all
but thoughts
deserve a chance

To live beyond
this time and place
in words reborn
to dance

You don’t have
to set them free
but guilt
will curse your ink

For thoughts unread
trapped in your head
to wander
— indistinct

(The New Room: July, 2025)
We all search
for prescience
the future
on hold

As each
dying moment
forever
unfolds

We all crave
the silence
preparing
for death

Its welcoming
stillness
a last
— final breath


(The New Room: July, 2025)
If you are
vacant of hope
Hope is vacant
of you

If you are
distant of spirit
Spirit
distant of you

If you are
absent of feeling
Feeling
absent of you

If you are
left without love
Love is left
— without you

(Rereading ‘Leaves Of Grass’: July, 2025)
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