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The day you
discover
that it’s you
who makes it all right
Is the day you
uncover
what destiny holds true
— and prophecy foretold

(Villanova University: March, 2025)
What is love
if not an out of body
experience

Proving the dualist
philosophers right
— and the poet’s words set free

(The New Room: March, 2025)
What creates a mood
better than music
A tonic to fill
the empty spaces
and writer’s block

What transports the words
better than music
As Elton, Paul
and Cole have shown
— its gift to reign supreme

(The New Room: March, 2025)
The hardest stones
cannot withstand
— what only men endure

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Never to discover
the limits of soul
Such is the depth
of its station

The nature of being
  not what’s distilled
But what’s left
— from evaporation

(Septa R5: March, 2025)
One too many
mornings
Two too many
nights
Three too many
warnings
An apostates
delight

Four too many
judgments
Five too many
fears
Six too many
curses
Raining
— too many tears

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Did they dare you to be
what you already were
Your profile kept hidden
unshaken or stirred
To wander in your
unbroken discontent
A path that lies hidden
—by unspoken words

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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