Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth

The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes

Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down

Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns

Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind

From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within

The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none

It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum

(The New Room: February, 2025)