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It's awe inspiring.
It's wonderous.
I truly believe.
I'm IN.
                                        but

I do wonder.
Doubt creeps in.
Then thought.
Now insight.
Now I don't.
I'm OUT!
When language is lost
When words nowhere to be found
When now you’re gone too
Baby I swear
it’s like a slow death
Upon my mind.
Her smile sits
on the curb of a road
between Summer
and Fall.
The Great Chain of Being
it stretches beyond
both forest and meadow
past silence and song

It lays out behind you
to show where you’ve been
eternal before you
far into the din

The Great Chain of Being
attaches us all
through links of connection
from Winter through Fall

One looming question
forever remains
does the chain lie unbroken
—past future the same

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Dark clouds gather
as the light fades to a hue
I study all the face
and ponder what to do
I'm far away from nowhere
and time is getting late
Empty promises lay broken
do I accept what is my fate
Then I hear a voice calling
it brought me to your door
I look inside at the faces
I think, we've walked this road before
So, I thank you for your pity
as I turn to face my fate
I walk towards the darkened clouds
back to the land of greed and hate
ONE DAY AT A TIME

creases line your face
you are a bit frayed
about the edges

  
I unfold your smile
hold you
in the palm of my hand

you stare at me
as you always do
while I refold your smile

put you
back into
my wallet

  
( the fact of your death
quickly tucked away )
as night

gathers me
softly
to itself

street lights
with yellow eyes
watching

me
dissolve
. . .in mist
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