The Cry

That voice

from the wilderness

Nearer

than far

Close distant

reminder

We are

— who we are

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Looking Back

One final look

one final stare

The face looking back

the face of despair

One final time

one final shout

Reflection an echo

— reflection a rout

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Jumping The Shark

You can’t time a moment

by counting out loud

Or cross the horizon

not leaving the crowd

Or relive a memory

retention unclear

Or keep the Muse captive

— as silence draws near

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)