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Just One Look


There’s gray 

in my beard

but no gray

in my soul

Where Peter Pan

flies

Cherub’s wings

in control 

 

My edges

though silver

my center

of gold

One glance

never tells you

what prescience

— beholds

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025) 

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