Last Call

October 15, 2022

My shadow was crying out to me

beyond all darkness and light

Saying that life is a trap in reverse

caught between wrong and right

Dichotomy claims what polarity feigns

academics locking the gate

Where shadows crawl under what locks in our fear

—abandoning us to fate

(Dreamsleep: Ocxtober, 2022)

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