One Last Time

October 23, 2021

I’m not wishful anymore

or here to ride the wave

My feet both mired in aging mud,

my heart now turned away

I’m not here to save the world,

nobility be damned

Time on trial my last denial

—on distant Ronan land

(Henderson North Carolina: October, 2021)

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