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Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
The pendulum swings wider
both right and then left
Those things that divide us
fomenting unrest
The wasteland between
what was once common ground
A minefield of mutual exclusion
— profound

(The New Room November, 2024)
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)
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