The backside
of tomorrow
The frontside
of today
Every look
retelling
Of what the past
betrays
Caught within
the doldrums
All time fades
in the mist
Until that day
that ends itself
And nothing more
— exists
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Implanted
When your mind
has roots in poverty
all riches bend and wilt
The fleeting gold
the moment holds
— no more than fading gilt
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)