The Power To Choose

May 2, 2024

The mind

its own place

be it heaven

or hell

The soul

but a bucket

to empty

or fill

Goya

a madman

DaVinci

extolled

Sharing

a genius

they fought

to control

Bleed out

the poison

death waits

to reclaim

Or memory

gets buried

and darkness

— remains

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

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