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For Wednesday ...

Caprice

 

The right moment

at the wrong time

The right rhythm

with the wrong rhyme

 

The verse oft hidden

between the lines

The Muse abeyant

— till prescience shines

 

(The New Room: January, 2026)

 

 

 

In Plain Sight

 

You can hide

in the open

when you’re

somebody else

 

No need for

a mask

with your image

indwelt

 

You can hide

in the open

when nobody

stares

 

An orphan

in training

whose devils

— may care

 

(The New Room: January, 2026)

 

 

 

Alone

 

I hope that

you die

before

the new morn

 

The night holding

captive

your future

forlorn

 

I hope that

you choke

on the words

you profane

 

A prisoner

convicted

alone

— in your pain

 

(The New Room: January, 2026)

 

 

Darkness Calls

 

Temptation rears

its ugly head

Deception hides

beneath our beds

 

The Angels

of our nature shunned

As darkness calls

— perdition comes

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

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