Diverting his eyes from that last final hour,
denying death its due
His conscience and awareness tight in his grip,
ownership unrenewed
Both arms around life, he’s forever rejected,
blinded as time starts to bleed
Meeting the end in a loss of control
—damned by what he won’t concede
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
About Face
Can our spirits pray
without God at the center
Can worship pay homage
to self
Can divinity reign
in each person ordained
Revering what’s hidden
—indwelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
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