What was,
became you
What will be,
becomes you
What could be,
belies you
What is
—befalls
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
The Way Back
‘You’ll never step in the same river twice,’
the future now the past
Motion the only constancy,
beyond all time to last
You will never see the mountain,
by staring in its face
Perspective shorn and vision torn,
its image out of place
You’ll never look into your soul,
while outside glancing in
Its essence what you’re running from
—whose gateway leads to Him
(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)
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