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Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity lies
with the truth ill begotten
Direction a ruse
in misguided fruition
As searchers take flight
— in their new destitution

(The New Room: January, 2025)
When I was
a young man
I wrote as
a young man

Needing music
and art
to deal
with the times

But now
as an old man
my heart
chases neither

While dwelling
inside
what this moment
— has found

(The New Room: April, 2025)
You remind me
of a person
I’ve never
met

Of an
idea
that I’ve
never had

Of a
feeling
never mine
to feel

In a
moment
forever
— lost to time

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Bury a prophecy
— resurrection assured

(The New Room: April, 2025)
‘Normalcy’
has its
depression
built in

Mundane
and ill formed
life hiding
from sin

Each day
like the former
unseasoned
and bland

With time
in the freezer
hope frozen
— and canned

(The New Room: April, 2025)
Neuroscience
takes a world class meal
grinds it into bits
and tries to convince us
— its taste has improved

(Villanova University: April, 2025)
When artists
grow reflective
their impact
is stalled

All direction
is hijacked
momentum
recalled

Looking back
through their psyche
a tunneler’s
view

As horizon’s
lie waiting
with visions
— anew

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
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