Cresting The Hill
Living
a dream ...
Reality
orphaned
Time in a
capsule
Sealed away
from our view
Embracing
the crowd
Shunning
the critic
Poseurs
retreating
To hide in
the queue
Moving
each soul
To joy
or to terror
Art
holding sway
Over darkness
and light
Onward
we move
Immune
to convention
And cresting
the hill
Our spirits
— take flight
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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