Miles Assuage (+1)

Our strength

is our

distance

Where fortune

cascades

To flow

on the

borders

Where miles

assuage

Our strength

is our

distance

Arm’s length

by the score

An

echo

connecting

The dots

— heretofore

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Destiny Gnarrs

Trapped on a raft

headed straight toward the falls

Unable to jump

without drowning then mauled

The current unyielding

the banks close but far

New crafts sit there waiting

as destiny gnarrs   

The raft builders pointing

their fingers of blame

From one to the other

in shouts that disclaim

Till that final moment

when lost in the mist

Goes down in the mayhem

— as lackeys insist

(Goodbye Joe: July, 2024)