From The Rooftops

The more I figure something out,

the less the words impact

 

When trading dreams for cogent schemes,

the verse comes weak and flat

 

The more I chase the clouds away,

the clearer are the doubts

 

That misty haze around my gaze,

whose whisper—now a shout

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

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