Thursday Sound Bites

Last Chance

In between the shadows

of forgotten yesterdays

Light’s glimmer calling out to me

on bended knee I pray

— Two angels appear before me —

their arms are open wide

A glimpse of all eternity

— alive within their eyes —

Last chance to heed the Caller

last memory to ordain

Last chance to heed the Caller

— my destiny proclaimed

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Your Servant

If I was granted one star

from the heavens

To illumine the very blackest

of days

In debt to the universe

but free of the dark

A servant I’d kneel

—  celestial to pray

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Lettered In Sound

Creating new music

inside of each word

Harmonic inscription

— to read and be heard

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What Imagery Proffers

The deception of reality

lost in plain sight

What the eye often swears to

a mirage will requite

Sentience teases

with each sound and each smell

What imagery proffers

— and vision compels

(The New Room: May, 2026)