Do you know
many things
understanding
not one
Portending
your weakness
pretense
on the run
The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked
Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Lost In Abeyance
Immersed in the quagmire
of finding yourself
The search tunnels deeper
through canyons undwelt
Absorbed in the moments
your fear would disdain
Time lost and abeyant
— in search of a name
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
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Author:
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