Darkness cometh before the storm,
mistrals threaten,
caution scorned
Mercy lost in its bloody hail,
tempest raging
—hope assailed
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Nocturnal Mask
The smoky structure of forgotten dreams,
buried in the breath of lost denial
Stealing from sleep what life rebukes
—disguising what the coming dawn reviles
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
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