Words of malice, curses flamed,
hiding in the past
No license needed to hunt through time
—the present armed en masse
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Giving It Up
Give it back to the night,
give it back to the day
Give it back to the moment,
where time goes to pray
Give it back to the future,
give it back to the past
Give it up to the present
—forever to last
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
A New Stone
Standing alone
on the altar’s first step,
apprenticeship dethroned
Indentured anew,
my eyes turn inward,
disarmed, but not disowned
A quarter to forever
in the distance ahead,
blank meadows still to quote
The hour glass waiting
upon no man,
to deliver its last joke
Seeds scatter freely,
implanted anew,
words rising where vision bled
Each one a new stone
in eternity’s trail
—the unborn baby fed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)