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Thwack !
The wiper swiped
The rain off.
Observation, rain, wipers.
Answers are not found
by searching for them

They come from living them
The cold moon breaks through the crevices
and where do I hide?
there's nothing to haunt my mind
but only the guilts inside.

Told not to venture into the night
I braved in the power of moonlight
where every shadow was a ghost
every dark nook a lost coast.

If I had someone with me
it wouldn't be all that scary
but I left them on the way
thinking I wouldn't need them anyday.

The loves I betrayed
the souls I traded
descended behind the tree
like the waning moon.

Before long the dark would devour me
knowing, I moved down with the moon
with none but the sighs on my side..

The derelict offered no place to hide.
Simultala, April 5, 2024 night.
Remembering
what you want to say
Forgetting
what you don’t
A writer’s choice
is zero sum
You will
until you won’t

Considering
that time well spent
Brings on
its just desserts
Consciousness
the poet’s form
Twice forward
— once reversed

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
God holds the cup of knowledge and we drink up all its wisdom .
Talk of Tomorrow
As if it were a
Thing

A clay malleable,
Made to some Will o'
The Wish

No tomorrow is
Nor can be,

Tomorrow, Yesterday
Cannot exist.

Just This
Now
Synapse
Arm
Pen
She whispers in the night
to waiting dreamers

She whispers in the night
where tears have shed

She whispers in the night
to hearts abandoned

She whispers in the night
— and wakes the dead


(Ryszard & I: March, 2024)
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