The blackest hole
of poetic intent
Light spinning inward
no chance of escape
Eluding the eyes
collapsing the meaning
Time in dilation
direction opposed
Energy waning
one word is emitted
Superpositioned
—the last dying star
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Call Of The Wild
Last night
as the sun went down
I heard the highway call
Distant echoes
soul astir
the leaves not quite yet fall
Last night
that voice cried out again
from places far away
And like before
my feet unsure
—of what my heart will say
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)