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The pursuit of truth
a lonely endeavor
In stark isolation
veracity found

A choice must be made
to weather the maelstrom  
The trek all consuming
— onto higher ground

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Feelings stored
in words
the letters revive

Time rudely
halted
— the moment alive

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
To a hammer
everything
looks like a nail

To a writer
everything
looks like a tale

To a hunter
everything
looks like a ****

To a prophet
everything
— unto his will

(The New Room: September, 2024)
Have you built
a cathedral
with language
unblessed

Adopting an
Angel
your spirit
redressed

Have you
filtered the
verbiage
with water Divine

The Savior
within
you
— still waiting to find

(The New Room: September, 2024)
Once the fire goes out
it never comes back

The heat dissipating
all light to retract

Tomorrow in darkness
the future untold

To wander inclement
— left out in the cold

(The New Room: August, 2024)
Without our dreams
we sit naked and alone
Imprisoned by doldrums
adrift from our home

In fits of depression
we unstep the mast
Awaiting the storm
— of futures long past

(The New Room: August, 2024)
Hearing
my thoughts
I considered
again
Last chance
to refashion
What time
whittles thin

Word after
word
They pass by
in refrain
Assuaging my
doubts
Repeating
— my name

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
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