Hallowed
are the dreamers
that sit
along the rails
To watch the trains
go rolling by
for places
left unveiled
Hallowed
the anointed
unpunched
their tickets clean
To see through eyes
that time can’t buy
true islands
— in the stream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Emancipated Proclamation
Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well
Thou asks if love comes truly
to one in greatest need
My answer spoken duly
of romance undecreed
Thou asks if truth be spoken
or written timeless down
My speech in patterns broken
unlettered and unfound
Thou asks if time be measured
beyond the last refrain
This moment hides the answer
—of that I can proclaim
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)