The past is a forgotten country,

tomorrow a foreign land

traveling inward I leave today

—free of times command

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

In dark corners of the city,

old shadows are found

 

In dark corners of the city,

premonitions abound

 

In dark corners of the city,

the doors swing one way

 

In dark corners of the city,

your soul becomes prey

 

In dark corners of the city,

where hope goes to die

 

In dark corners of the city

—your dreams say goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

What did it cost but regret,

what did it take but denial

 

What did it bring but despair

—what in the end was worthwhile

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

Three persons together,

all speaking as God

each part sum in total

—in reverence of

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Religions embedded,

division commands

which savior, which heaven,

epistles in hand

 

Devotion to difference,

each split ever wide

one bible three meanings

—all preaching a lie

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Roaming the prairies and fields

of confusion

Coursing the oceans and lakes

of delusion

Resetting my compass by the

northernmost star

Journeying inward

—where near meets the far

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Granting myself latitude,

I stretched every word

In substance and context

—the truth to be heard

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Changing with each season,

voices come and go

what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,

in search of the unknown

 

Naked and left wanting,

fortune sires myth

impregnating its mystery

—with tales of the abyss

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

Its flow an accordion,

to stretch and compress

A double delusion,

old memory suppressed

New moments upon us,

the instant revealed

Time claiming them all

—redundant concealed

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Can God do what he cannot do,

can a circle then be squared

 

Can choices made be taken back,

their history stripping bare

 

Can memory lapse and then recall

the things it chose to miss

 

Can time be stopped as life goes on

—there chained to ne’er exist

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)