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That one final
  bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
“If thou wouldst  
be my critic
Thou must
— wear my soul”

(Woodland Avenue Philadelphia: May, 1973)
Stealing from a thief
those phrases gone
Scales rebalance
words in song

Once recaptured
then released
The chorus joyful
— the world at peace

(The New Room: September, 2024)
Be home
when opportunity
knocks
Your door
left open
— lights aglow

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Trapped in a
ditch
on the highway
of life
Comings
were going
all motion
had gone

Till fates
saving whisper
in the ear
of tomorrow
Granted me
traction
in search
— of the dawn

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
You can’t destroy
a word
like vanquishing
an enemy

Its meaning cast
immortal
beyond
— victory or death

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
We could’ve
we would’ve
we should’ve
— but we didn’t

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
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