That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back
What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space
Where freedom
and choice
become duly
— erased
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
The Holy Warrior
Through all
of his failings
and all
of his faults
His memory
redemptive
his conscience
set free
Through all
of the battles
and all
of the scars
His soul
still a virgin
his heart
— is pristine
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)