The Prodigal

In two rooms

at opposite ends

of today

the devil pays my rent

 

Forcing me to

finally choose

but one

debauchery

— or repent

 

I partied in one

and wrote in the other

as

distance

protected

the lie

 

A dualist slave

in the paradox

of hell

a prodigal

— whose well had run dry

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

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