God Bless The Readers

October 16, 2025

I don’t wish

to be studied

Just

to be read

Where daydreams

long scripted

danced round

in my head

With words

humbly gifted

each phrase

probate free

To those

in whose honor

my best

— I bequeath

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

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