The truth runs thin
along the borderline
Where voices lie weary
and valleys grow deep
The truth runs distant
along the borderline
Where choices are frozen
—new dreams left to weep
(Las Vegas Nevada: February, 2019)
Coursed In Stone
You have money in the bank,
but you’ll never be rich
With the power to buy and sell
though yourself disowned
Those things today and then tomorrow,
their weight crushes in upon you
A legacy doomed as rock by rock
—your future coursed in stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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