Waiting for yesterday,
I was delivered the voice
Whose tongue universal,
beyond reason and choice
Waiting for yesterday,
my time had arrived
Death hunting itself
—my spirit alive
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
The Ends Of Infinity
Beyond permission
and the endowment tree
The wind blows constant,
it calls to me
Freedom is born
past entitlements whim
The ends of infinity
—knotting within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Wellspring
Not distracted by fame or success,
the floodgates sprung open
—truth running clear
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
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Author:
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