Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)